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My wife had been gone for four years. She didn’t die she “wanted her freedom” so she divorced me, took all she wanted of her things (which was practically nothing), and headed southwest with a strange, long haired, dark skinned younger guy she had met at the gym...and that’s enough of that story.

After she was gone I fretted for a while and then started to make some changes which would help me adjust to being alone. First, I went on a binge to rid my life of reminders of her. Along the way I sold the beautiful home we had owned together and bought a new place just for me. It was my great gift to myself. I deserved it.

This house is an enormous, beautiful, home in an elegant gated golf course community of beautiful multimillion dollar homes and well manicured three acre lawns.

After living here about a year my neighbors have gotten used to me...well sort of the way you get used to another tree planted along the street. When I first moved in my three closest neighbor ladies came over right away. In each case I could quickly tell they were expecting a normal family. After a couple cookies and a cup of coffee with each, it became obvious to them that I was of little interest beyond providing a source of rumors. I was a bachelor living alone in this big place...how strange. I could not contribute kids that might be mates with theirs and being a single I did not fit into their social circle for sure. Mine was the only home in the community with just one occupant and I was gone for work most of the time. I was an outcast and quickly put in a special category by my neighbors.

In no time I started to feel quite alone at home. I felt like I was different, maybe unliked, and almost certainly to the neighbor kids I was the scary guy who lived alone in the big house under the big trees.

There was no opportunity to get to know even my closest neighbors. The adults were never outside and if I did see a few children playing or walking to school, they were a long way from my house.

Once in a while I would see a few young teenage girls walking in a little group out in the street. I concluded they were walking to school and they were in middle school or early high school. Two of them lived in the house next to mine, but I never got to know them. These were huge lots so their house was quite a distance away. All I could tell was they were cute and by my old standards they dressed in very revealing outfits. That’s all I knew about my neighborhood.

Being single had been an unpleasant adventure for me. I was alone and lonely away from the office, but that was to be expected. I had been married a long time.

One by one I learned to handle the issues of a single life...all with the exception of a social life. I tried a few dates. I learned I was still considered handsome and vibrant, but nothing, even temporary, developed. My ego blamed my work. I owned my own Artificial Intelligence. My business was very successful but quite time consuming. My work required a good bit of travel. All this did not mix well with developing a relationship.

FLIGHT

It was a Tuesday in early June when I realized that business required that I return to my Singapore office for about a week. I had made the trip a few times before. I enjoyed Singapore it is an interesting destination but this time it was going to be all work.

A trip to Singapore required extremely long flights; over seventeen hours from Chicago to Narita Japan and then another six more into Singapore. Wow!! These flights could be a nightmare. Some time ago my doctor, a good golf buddy, had prescribed some “designer” sleeping pills to take me out of it for a while during the long legs. I could schedule few good hours of sleep, when I desired. I had used them before and knew they really knocked me out for a few hours, but I also knew I would wake up rested with no after effects.

Just the thought of these pills was comforting as I headed down the jet way, onboard and back the aisle to my seat in what looked like a new Boeing 777-200LR. I was traveling business class...others looked at it as an improved designation for “coach”, but for me these seats were fine. They were big enough with good leg room and they reclined quite fully. If my luck was good and no one else was assigned to my row, the arms could be raised and I could actually lie down across all three seats.

I had asked for a seat toward the rear of the aircraft, normally less confusion and quieter.

Carry on items in the overhead; I slid into my aisle seat. I watched as seat after seat filled throughout the aircraft, hoping that the two seats next to me might remain empty. Finally, I could see the last passengers had entered and the cabin doors were being shut. My row of three was empty except for yours truly. I had gotten my wish, or at least I thought.

FLIGHT COMFORT INTERUPTED



Literally, the last passenger to come down the aisle was a girl who ended standing at my row. She stopped just in the aisle just foot from my face to reach up and stow her things in the overhead. As she struggled above me her very short skirt moved upward and a bit of her small black panties came into view right beside my face. Her bare shapely legs made this an outstanding adventure for this old bachelor. My ego told me she knew exactly what she was doing and she was enjoying every minute, but my logic told me she was nervous and oblivious to everything. It took her a while to get things stowed above me but nowhere near long enough for this horny guy.

Finished with the overhead she gave me a nervous smile and with a quiet apology started to struggle past my knees over to the window seat.

She obviously wasn’t a seasoned air traveler for rather than passing over with her back toward me, she faced me as she crawled over my lap. Oh my...an unforgettable moment! Her beautiful breasts were just inches from my face. The buttons on her white blouse were strained just enough.

She had to quickly reach for center seat head rest as she contorted to pass over me. Oh my...she smelled so good.

When she was finally seated I tried to exchange some initial pleasantries with her. I knew how long this flight was and I did not want to sit beside a silent stranger. As I turned to speak I realized she was honestly so pretty I was embarrassed to look directly at her for fear my perverted emotions might show. I sort of talked while looking at the TV screen in front of me.

For her part, she was so nervous she responded to my comments while looking out the window.

I learned that she was traveling with her mother and dad who were up in first class. The three of them were going to be gone two weeks. Their trip included visiting a family who had recently moved to Singapore, staying a week while dad did business, and then travel with that family to Bali for a vacation week before returning home.

She was excited because the family they were visiting included a son her age who she had known from school. They had dated twice and he might have been her prom date in the spring until his dad was transferred to Singapore two months ago. They had exchanged a lot of text messages and some photos when he first moved.

As she talked I learned that she was very frightened to fly. She had done very little and everything about this long trip scared her. As an attempt to quell her concerns about the flight I let her know I flew almost every week. I had made this business trip to Singapore many times and everything was going to go just fine.

To sort of prove I knew the “ropes” I slid out of my seat and brought three blankets and a couple pillows down from the overhead and piled them in the center seat. I then explained to my young traveling companion how her arm rest could be raised to give more room once dinner was over and she were ready to rest.

My comments and actions seemed to calm her.

It was twenty minutes into the flight, we were leveling at some initial cruise altitude, and she had become a chatter box. I was learning all about the problems of a senior in high school, her family life, living in a wealthy suburb. To me it seemed like she had a perfect life for a young teenager, but one never knows.

She did not seem to be a complainer; she just came across as being completely lost. Her family had moved to the area just last summer and that was tough for a girl who was a senior in High School. She had lost all her friends and making new ones as a senior was very hard. She made the cheer leading squad which helped but she still felt alone. The other girls on the squad had been together since middle school or before and they were all wrapped up in a click that she did not feel part of. She was lost in the crowd of our very big suburban high school.

She also felt abandoned by her parents. She was an only child and she needed their involvement, but the new life here had been challenging for them too. They were very busy with their work making new friends. She had no one at home.

Thirty minutes later she had slid to the center seat so “we could talk better” over the cabin noise. I did ask a couple questions. That is all it took. She had a listener and that opened the door for her. More and more her conversation turned to how alone she felt...even to the point of depression. My quick scary thought turned to teenage suicide. It seemed to her that everyone in her life was superficial. She had loving parents that didn’t know she existed most of the time, false friends who only stayed in her life because she was an attractive cheerleader with cute clothes. No one was concerned, no one listened. She could find no solid foundation of love and respect anywhere.

As she talked, drinks were served. I had my scotch and water, she had a coke. Dinner was next. She followed my lead and ordered the chicken.

She continued to talk. I listened. My strong scotch had its effect.

An hour later it was beginning to darken outside. They had collected the dinner things. We were somewhere over north western Canada well on our way to Japan. Dinner trays were collected and a final round of drinks were being offered. I got just a class of water...my traveling friend followed suit.

I got out a white pill from my bottle of pills that my Doctor friend had prescribed.

This trip was a killer. After seventeen or eighteen hours in the air this flight would arrive in Singapore in the morning. When I got there my people somehow expected me to be ready for meetings right away the first day. These pills provided a lot of help. I could get some rest. Previously I just used Scotch which wasn’t nearly as effective.

My young traveling mate asked what the pill was...I told her how it was going to enable me to sleep more soundly for about four hours. I offered to split the pill with her explaining that I had no idea how effective it might be for her.

She gave me a little lecture on drugs with a laugh...then took the half I offered and downed it with a little water and a smile. Twenty minutes later she had quieted down and we were getting along splendidly. Maybe the half pill was working.

When the lights were turned down a short while later, I noticed both arm rest were up. I don’t remember her raising the second one closest to me, but now she was actually resting against me. It seemed like each time she had moved she moved a little closer.

THE INTRUSION TURNS WELCOME

We were flight buddies. It was nice. It would make this long ride more tolerable for sure.

Her light brown hair was the first thing that sent up a red flag to this “old bachelor”. When she released her pony tail it tumbled down around her shoulder and over my left arm. It was long and beautiful and for the first time, and much to my chagrin, I realized I was very aroused by her intimacy.

I sat quietly not wanting to disturb her, or break the moment, but completely caught up in her young beauty.

Her hair over my arm had put me over the top. All my well trained internal alarms went off and I tried to move away from her toward the isle as much as I could. But, her hair smelled so good.

Then things just got more difficult for me. As I moved a little in my seat, her upper body moved with me and she found room to curl her legs up into the window seat. This was terrible. Her skirt was so short that in this position, even in the dim light, her black panties were clearly visible against her shapely white legs.

The blankets and pillows had sort of slid to the floor. I brought a blanket up over her legs. This helped. My aroused body calmed just a bit. I brought up another blanket to cover her upper body and mine as well. This didn’t help. We were now covered together. My hormones went wild again.

My left arm found its way around her beautiful young shoulders and she snuggled even closer. Her head dropped down to a pillow that had somehow found its way to my lap.

This was too much. She was resting peacefully...I sure wasn’t.

Everything went quiet and I tried to get my mind under control. It had become much darker outside and inside. We were at thirty nine thousand feet and well up over Canada. I attempted to get my mind on the business opportunities in Singapore. I started to think through the meetings I had set up.

I looked down...her eyes were closed...she was breathing heavily. I could not believe she had gone to sleep so quickly while I was still in this emotional turmoil.

The half pill hadn’t done a thing for me, but I guess it had really worked for her.

My mind was running on overdrive. Every alarm in my body had gone off. I was wide awake. She was completely out of it and I was over the top horny. I could not believe the temptation...the erotic situation.

TEMPTATION



Looking back what I did then was all so easy and so very bad. My left hand slipped under the blankets and down over her front. I moved so slowly, testing continuously...no response on her part. A few moments later my hand had moved down over her cropped off white blouse and back up where I learned she was not wearing a bra and had little reason to wear one. Under the thin top her breasts proved to be wonderfully small and firm.

I was driving myself into an erotic fit. My sexually deviant quest had to pause for several minutes. She felt so young, and so innocent. I was going wild.

My condition got more and more intense. I was so aware of her head resting in my lap, her hair tumbling down over my legs and the warm sensual feeling of her young breast in my left hand.

There were no responses from her as my left hand departed her breast and began to move further downward beneath the blanket. Her short skirt was no longer a factor as it was now practically up to her waist. My hand hesitated when it arrived at the triangle between her upper legs. Her little panties offered no resistance as I worked down under them. In no time the fingers of my left hand were gently caressing their way down over her smooth pubic area on to her vaginal lips. She still did not stir.

I was in a sexual rage as my left index finger finally worked all the way down such that it was searching along her smooth vaginal lips. I hesitated and then applied a gentle pressure to her entry.

Earlier my right hand had gone on separate route where it had found, released, and was now slowly stroking my enormous erection under the blanket over my lap. I had initially thought I was seeking just a little relief that would bring me back to my senses.

Moments later I could not contain myself longer. I had held back a long as possible. I was going to climax wither I wanted to or not.

Then the unexplainable; in one move my left hand moved from her warm lower body across to the end of my raging erection. It arrived; I climaxed and released an enormous amount of semen into my cupped fingers.

Now the unthinkable...I consider myself to be a good person...a responsible man. Why oh why did my left hand so quickly return to her lower body carrying the results of my enormous ejaculation.

Yes I was enormously horny. Yes she was warm, wonderful and so available, but that will never explain why my fingers found her smooth vagina, opened and deposited my fluids such as to cover her tender vaginal area. Everything there immediately became wet and slimy.

Not a murmur or movement from the beautiful young lady. Her body was warm and wonderful. I moved my fingers downward freely until my index finger found her entry. Everything was a sloppy mess. My index finger slid into her so easily; then in and out, deeper and deeper, until it began to find the resistance of her virginity.

I hesitated a moment...no movement on her part, just deep breathing. I brought my index finger out and inserted my smaller ring finger. With little effort it was able to pass through the opening beside her hymen and slide deeper into her vagina taking with it my fertile excretions.

She murmured...I withdrew my hand and froze. She turned slightly; more on her back; and sighed deeply. Her heavy breathing returned. My left hand moved back to my raging erection where my fingers soon cupped around the results of another grand climax.

Returning to her body this time I realized her vaginal area was now even more accessible as a result of her turning more onto her back and moving her legs. She was completely covered with my semen. She was so wet my fingers easily passed in deeper and deeper...index finger, ring finger, both.

I clearly was aware moments later when her hymen gave way and my fingers combined with the fluids began descending completely into her body.

This drove me out of my scull with passion. I could not help myself. My left hand began to move back and forth between her tender young vagina and my enormous erection. Time after time, my right hand would stroke up to a most powerful extended climax and my left hand would catch the proceeds and transport the mess to her waiting vagina.

Several times I brought my finger out from under the blanket to examine them in the very dim light. After her virginity gave way I saw a bit of blood on my fingers, but that ended a short time later after a couple return trips to her body with more fluid. She was retaining everything.

It was many exchanges and a full hour later before guilt and remorse started to overcome me. What had I done to this young girl? How shameful. How decadent.

Carefully, I wiped her lower body as best I could and gently put her panties back into place. Even more gently I moved her short little skirt down as far as I could. I gently wrapped the blanket around her lower body and put things away for me as well.

GUILT

I was exhausted. I moved her upper body toward me...it was a reaction. My head fell back against the headrest and then turned toward her. My panicky feeling ended as I fell into the soundest sleep with this young nymphet cradled lovingly against the left side of my body.

Some four hours later with an aircraft location over the north Pacific, I felt her move beside me. I awoke and looked down into the most loving brown eyes. She immediately set up in the seat and looked at me in a startled fashion. Guilt drove me to cringe and turn away.

She quickly alleviated some of my distress when she smiled,

“I have really got to use the bathroom. How do I do that? Where is it?”

She sat up still snug against my side and looked around. Her left hand actually came across her body to find my right arm as she tried to turn and look back through the cabin.

To quick sentences of instruction and a point back the aisle and my new young lady friend was gingerly sliding her beautiful bottom over my knees and making her way back the rows to the little room.

I held my breath. What was she going to find? How was she going to deal with everything? My only hope was that enough time had passed that everything should have mostly dried. Her panties might be a bit sticky for sure, but that she could consider natural. None the less, I held my breath as I waited.

My fears were alleviated immediately when she returned. She gave me a smile, placed her left hand on my right shoulder for stability and slid in over me to the middle seat. Once seated tightly beside me she pulled the blanket from the widow seat back over us as she snuggled against me again. Not a word was said. I reached across her and brought another blanket over to cover her legs. When finished, I let my arm rest on the outside of the blanket over her.

We were back asleep in minutes. It was the soundest sleep I ever experienced on an airplane. It seemed like no time until all the lights in the cabin came on and they were beginning to prepare the cabin for breakfast.

It was startling. We bolted upright and smiled at one another. I adjusted the blanket back over her legs. Nothing was said as I lowered our tray tables. We exchanged “good morning” glances.

She continued to look at me so lovingly. It scared me.

I thought about what I had done in the night. She needed to get rid of as much of my stuff as she could. I tried to take on the role of protector,

“Once they begin the meal service we are sort of locked in here. We may want to use that little room back there beforehand.”

OUR FIRST DAY

With that I lifted my tray, got up and turned to move back the aisle to the bathroom. I could not help but look down at her. Only in that moment, for the first time, I realized fully how truly gorgeous she was. My heart stopped. As I moved away the blanket we shared had moved revealing half of her right leg, a little of her black panties, and the side of her short dark red skirt.

She looked up into my eyes and smiled as she reached down and brought the blanket back over her. My heart stopped. I had spent the night with her...with this raving young beauty. To anyone watching us there was a real story. I could not feel more possessive.

As I moved back the aisle toward the toilet my erotic thoughts were replaced by a terror. I could just see my sperm having a field day in her young womb. What I had done in the night was so wrong; so dangerous. There was no definition for the crime I had committed. Was there a law against it? I had never read or heard of someone doing such a thing.

In the little toilet I found my erection still half alive and very damp with the remains of the nocturnal activity. The dampness reinforced to my panicky mind that my sperm was most likely alive and having a real field day deep in her beautiful young body. Panic overwhelmed me. I stood there shaking with deep seated regret and fear. I cleaned up a bit and washed my hands and face carefully. I could not look at myself in the mirror.

Finished, I moved back up the aisle toward my seat.

Just the site of her seemed to make things better. As I approached she lifted the blanket that covered her and swung her legs toward the aisle revealing everything up to and including those damn black panties. What a picture. All panic was gone and replaced with unmitigated lust as she smiled up at me and handed me the blanket,

“Please don’t let them take this...we need it.”

It was a simple sentence but to this old man it was a contract of love and commitment. She had used “WE”. I was speechless as helped her up from the seat and let her slip past me in the aisle. She smelled so good. The blanket smelled just like her.

ATTRACTION

I sat down alone in a daze. My face felt so warm. I did not dare look at other passengers. I did not want to know anything about them. I did not want to know if they had any knowledge of what had been going on in row 23. It had become a wonderful corner of the world for me. I wanted to keep it that way.

It was just a few minutes, but it seemed like an hour until she returned. She greeted me with the same disarming smile as I got up into the aisle to let her get by. She didn’t ever consider her assigned window seat. She sat in the middle seat as I returned to the aisle seat beside her. She shook out the blanket in front of us, came against me warmly, and curled her beautiful legs into the window seat as she covered us together with the blanket. She looked up at me with a strange serious look,

“Are you married?”

“Not any more. I have been divorce for five years now.”

“Do you have children?”

“I have just one grown son.”

“What is your name?”

All my alarms went off. Should I tell her anything that might connect us once we were back on the ground? I hesitated.

She looked at me sort of inquisitively,

“My name is Sarah...Sarah Wolfram.

She offered with another of those smiles.

That was all it took. I looked at her and nodded.

“Richard...Richard Ames.”

All reasons to hide from her were invalid. No one could ever associate any pregnancy she might have with me and if things went wrong, I would want to know in case she needed help.

She snuggled closer in a noticeable way and brought a second blanket up to cover us further.

“I really like you Mr. Ames. I want you to know.”

My left arm found a wonderful natural place around her shoulders. I gave her a slight hug and then returned my arm back between us. She smiled up at me.

My traveling companion and I had grown closer... way closer. What a joy. She was a delightful young girl and it was so obvious she really enjoyed my company. I hadn’t felt anything this warm in my heart in years...if ever. She literally lifted my arm from between us and brought it over and down along the front of her body such that she could hug it with both arms like a doll. Her move was so titillating. It returned my left hand at the very top of her beautiful legs.

She loved to talk to me and the morning light seemed to encourage her. I got details of her school, her classes, and her disappointments. She began to tell me about her home life. It was her big disappointment. She was in a very trying situation with mother and dad. Too much money; dad worked all the time and mother volunteered too much and rode his butt too much. Alcohol played a major bad roll with both of them. They had come close to divorce several times even to the point of trial separations. She was at a loss as to what to do; constantly being pulled into the middle of ongoing argument. It had gotten to the point that she had to really think about what she would do if there was a divorced.

The move to where they lived now had been very stressful and now there was this rumor that they might move again.

The major problem however was the feeling of being alone. Her parents, her friends, her school teachers and associated, all had no time for her. She was an only child at a very tumultuous time in her life, in a very busy world, where no one seemed to know she existed.

With that, she began unloading a lot of intimate things...things I did not need to know. I wanted to change the subject. It seemed she finally had someone who treated her like an adult and was willing to listen. I tried to make the subject more enjoyable. She had been filled with questions about travel earlier so I brought things around to the present by discussing the island city of Singapore for a few minutes. Then, I coached her through the breakfast process as our trays arrived. We shared some funny moments dealing with the way things were packaged and served on the little trays. I talked airplanes and airports...anything to keep from going back to her bad home life. I gave her a good summary of the air transport industry just answering her questions. For a while she listened intently and forgot the outside world. She was relaxed and happy and for the first time I began to realize just how intelligent she was.

The window seat had long been forgotten. She got up several times to use the bathroom and always returned to sit way close to me. There was no question, we had grown quite fond of one another...and I worried more and more about what was going on in her young body.

Every time things got quiet, concern crept into my mind.

I had so many questions about what I had done. How long can the human sperm live outside the body? Could I have transferred my life to her last night? Was there any possibility that I was sitting next to a young high school girl who was becoming very enthralled with me and pregnant by me at the same time.

It worried me that she was going back to the toilet often, but finally she mentioned it and as if to assure me she that everything was ok; she said she didn’t know why flying made her need to go so often. She laughed and I chuckled with her.

The remainder of the flight went by so quickly. The entire world for me was in our row in this airplane. It seemed the same for her.

NARITA JAPAN

For reasons never explained Narita Japan requires that everyone get off the airplane even though, as in our case, we were going continue on the same plane, in the same seats to Singapore. I explained to Sarah that we would disembark, wait in a long line, go through their procedure and reboard.

True to my prediction we were ushered into a long line that went back a long hall and then returned on the other side of a glass wall to our left. After making the trek out and back along the glass wall we were to pass through a check station and then back on to the airplane.

Our choice of seats put us near the end of the line. The people in front had already made the loop and were returning on the other side of the glass wall when we started. Sarah took my arm and pointed out her parents some distance away on the other side of the wall. I want to hide. I did not want to portray any association with her what so ever. I moved away from her a little. She looked at me strangely and took my hand to pull me closer to her and closer to the wall. It was clear she wanted them to be aware she and I were together. We passed them with only smiles and waves through the glass. I don’t think they associated us as being together. I was relieved.

Back on the aircraft we returned to our seats and once again she sat in the middle seat rather than her window seat. Right away she lifted the arm between us and moved as close to me as she could. She curled her legs into the window seat, brought my left hand over into her lap and brought a blanket back up over her legs.

She snuggled closely and looked up at me with a most loving expression,

“I thought flying was going to scare me, but I feel so safe now. Thank you Mr. Ames”

She smiled at the use of my name.

I panicked. She had place my left hand under the blanket in her lap and her short skirt meant that it had ended up mostly on her bare upper legs. She had to know. I immediately was fighting a raging erection.

The lights dimmed, the engines started, and our big ship started to taxi out to the runway in the gathering darkness of our second night on board. We were scheduled to arrive in Singapore in the morning. I sat frozen so aware of the position of my hand and the warmth of this young girl.

Airborne we were served drinks. (I forgot my second pill. It remained secure in my overhead luggage.) Soon the lights were turned down. She got as close to me as possible, turned toward me a bit and I felt her left arm move over across me under the blanket. She hugged me as I brought another blanket up over her shoulders. She slept.

Later, as we flew she stirred and her head dropped down onto a pillow I had placed in my lap. Soon after my head found its way over to another little pillow I had placed on her hip. It was so comfortable. We slept soundly.

It was about three hours further into the night when she moved beneath me and we awakened together. It was dark, very dark in our row. She turned toward me with sleepy eyes and asked about our progress. I answered and quietly brought her toward me with a gentle hug. She turned upward and kissed my cheek. Every fiber in my body reacted.

The remainder of the flight was anything but routine for me. She went back to sleep quickly but I was too alert. I would nod off for a while and then awaken to look down at the beautiful creature so comfortable. We were two people who in spite our age difference had found a remarkable closeness. The time passed. We moved from position to position, we went and came from the little room back the aisle; she kissed my cheek lovingly twice more as she climbed over me from the isle. (I remember each so clearly.)There was not one uncomfortable moment between us. Our ever move reflected a loving regard for one another.

On the other hand every time I let my mind return to earlier events everything inside me screamed for separation from this beautiful nymphet who I may have harmed so badly.

SINGAPORE

Unlike Narita, at Singapore we all had to move to the front of the aircraft and exit through one Jetway. She remained seated as I stood in the aisle and brought our overhead items down. She looked up at me with the most innocent loving eyes as I got both of us arranged to make our way up the long aisle to the exit. I fell more in love with her with each passing moment. The 777-200LR is a big aircraft. Unloading all these passengers through one gateway usually seems like it take forever, but now it was way too fast. I valued every moment we had together.

Finally it was our turn to move. I let her lead the way up the aisle. I wanted to see her as long as I could. Her body was such a beautiful work of art. This was a memory I wanted to keep forever.

But, by the time we reached the Jetway, I was filled with uncertainty and a desire to flee. I did not want to meet her family. I did not want to deal with her real world.

I concluded that as soon as we cleared the door into the building I would simply walk off without even a goodbye. That would be best. It would avoid all embarrassments. What could people read in her eyes, in mine...if we remained together. Frightening! Beyond that we had nothing left to say to one another. She did not realize it but we would never meet again.

My escape into anonymity was thwarted when, upon arriving in the terminal, she immediately took my hand and pulled me toward her as we moved with the crowd. We ended up walking together through a sea of tired people until on the far parameter she led me up to two worn out travelers she identified as her mother and dad. All my fears were unwarranted. Sarah introduced me as her “seat mate”. Her mother and dad were so tired they would remember nothing. They just looked at me with that “old man” look as they turned to walk on toward the escalators down to baggage and customs.

Sarah didn’t even get a hug from one of them, let alone any questions.

We stopped for a moment after we were in the exit corridor free from baggage, customs and all of that. We could see the exit doors ahead. It was over. She turned toward me. There were tears in her eyes. Her mother and dad had continued walking away, tired and in a strange place. They did not want to meet a stranger...they didn’t even think about the fact that, this “stranger” had slept with their daughter. Their backs were toward us.

Sarah and I had a moment of loving glances, and then, as if on a dare, she came up on her toes to hug me and kiss me directly on the lips. We clung to one another as if we were lovers. Then she turned and walked away following her folks who were already some distance ahead.

As if by agreement between us, I stood watching her leave. I was in complete disarray. Then grief swept over me, unexplainable intense grief. What an impossible situation for a lonely guy. I knew I would never see her again.

RETURN TO REALITY

I turned and walked toward customs, the exit, and the limo I knew was waiting in my real world.

My trips to Singapore were always well planned and well executed undertakings. The company limo was for certain waiting. The traffic was normal...terrible. The trip to my hotel was routine. My room reflected that I was a pretty important guy, but all that meant nothing right now. Every few moments her beautiful face would appear before me during the limo ride. I scoured the sidewalk crowd for the chance view of her. In the lobby and even from my twenty seventh floor room I could see her beautiful face everywhere.

Meetings went well. The aviation industry was in a period of strong expansion and my company was at the forefront. We were going gangbusters. Why with all the good news did her face remain imbedded in my mind through every meeting, every presentation, and even during the evening cocktail party in my honor? At the party I was inundated with attractive women, dressed seductively, hanging on my arm with full knowledge of my being a bachelor.

Sarah’s beautiful hair, her wonderful scent cut through to my heart moment after moment.

Four days later I was facing the trip home. Her countenance was with me every step of the way. I could not shake her image...her memory.

At the Singapore airport my heart raced as I processed through customs and down the long corridor to the airplane. This was where I last saw her. Illogically it seemed like she should still be here.

Somewhere in this crowd she and her parents might be in route to Bali. A couple days too soon for sure, but my love sick heart was far from logical. My fruitless search extended to every corner of the lobby and the corridor.

The Boeing sat there smiling at me. I just knew it was the same 777-200LR. It is the only airplane that can make the long haul back to Chicago and they just can’t have too many of them. Once again my seat was toward the back. I found it, stored my overhead items and then continued on down the aisle four more rows to 23. I could not help myself. I quickly slid into the aisle seat and began a furtive search for anything, anything that could be a reminder of Sarah. Nothing! After all they had probably cleaned this cabin twenty times since we were here. How crazy can a guy be; you love sick fool? Mentally I grabbed myself and limped back up to my assigned seat in row 19.

I sat down with a conviction to get my thinking in order and forget this temptress named Sarah. I tried to concentrate on all the good news that poured out during the Singapore meetings and began to analyze how I could best take advantage...crap, I wonder if she is ok.

I was in for a long fit full flight. It was routine from the airline industry point of view, but my mind rotated continuously from business, to Sarah; hour after hour.

Back home things started to settle down for me. Once back in my normal routine I guess my sick mind began to heal and began to realize the hopelessness the emotions I had for her. After all we had only been together eighteen hours. I started to get logical about it all. It happened...it would never happen again...it was over.

The days passed. My routine was reestablished. Business was going great. I was very busy. I was getting set up for another trip abroad; this time to Rio. All this was so good for my head. Memory of Sarah during the daytime was diminishing. At night I worked at getting Sarah out of my dreams. To do that, each time she crept back in I would remind myself how lucky I was to be rid of her. I would never know the outcome of my actions that night on the airplane. I thought about how horrible it would be for her if she were pregnant; she had obviously been a virgin when I violate her. There would be so many unknowns. No one would believe any story she came up with. She would have no way to find me. She would have to face it alone.

But, I would quickly try to rationalize that everything had turned out fine. What were the chances? No one gets pregnant without entry.

Thank goodness, I would never know the difference. I could put it all behind me except for the occasional surge of emotion and the gnawing curiosity.

ROUTINE INTERUPTIS

Four weeks passed. It was a Wednesday and I was getting ready to depart for Rio on Sunday night. It was another well planned business trip. Everything would be at the Rio Sheraton just down the coast from the famous Copacabana beach. I would fly down to Rio, limo to the hotel...three days of meeting...and then limo back to the airport and home.

I had to get ready so I had decided to spend today in my home office. I am much more efficient at home, no interruptions.

By four I had finished up most things and decided to take my run. My run was a five mile loop, or most would call it a jog. The route went from my house, one mile out of our gated community to the high school, around the track six times for two more miles, then one mile back home where I would sit exhausted on my beautiful back terrace with a beer to recover and wonder why I ran.

The run today would be more enjoyable. It was late afternoon and there would be school activities at the field which would provide a diversion while I was on the track. (It would help me forget the pain in my aging muscles.)

Outsiders like me got to the school track through a public gate at the south end of the field. Today, once I was on the field I realized the cheerleaders were practicing in front of the west bleachers. This had happened before. My route would be altered. I would be able to go around the track most of the way until their temporary barrier and then turn around and come back.

For me something seemed so different today. There were at least a dozen cheerleaders and from a distance every one of them looked like Sarah Hershey. For the past month I swear I had seen her at least a hundred times. In every group of people, at the store, at the train station, anywhere; I would get a glimpse of some attractive young girl and think it was she. Often I would move closer, and in all case I would end up disappointed. There was no reason to believe any of them should be Sarah. She departed from our airport, but that was no guarantee she even lived in this area. Our area served a large area of over a million people.

As I ran on the track I tried to rationalize. I had to admit I had never before been so smitten by a human being. I looked for her everywhere so no wonder all those young gals over there across the field looked like her. As I began my three loops on the track I continuously studied them. To my irrational eyes, they all looked identical; dark blue shapely practice suits, blond pony tails. They looked identical to Sarah.

As I came around the track and up to the temporary barrier, I could begin to see differences in the young ladies and my heart started to return to normal. None of them really looked like her. They were so attractive but older for sure, very shapely and mature. What did I expect? There was zero chance she would be here at my neighborhood high school.

Just as I turned at the barrier one of them...the tallest...stepped out of the group and seemed to really examine me from a distance. It was just a momentary glance but why? I was dressed in a good looking exercise outfit...I would look neat and trim from that distance, but I was much older than these kids. Three times around the track and back; and each time as I turned it seemed she paid attention. Why? She was a knockout in that outfit: built like a cheer leader should be built and way older than the Sarah I met on the airplane.

I was making my last loop of the track when I noticed the girls were finished and the track was open. They had all moved up into the front row of the stands to collect their things and say goodbye to one another...so I decided to make my last circuit a complete loop of the track. Honestly, I did it just to take a look at the girls. They were all so damn cute in their outfits.

As I passed in front of their position I had my eyes glued on the one girl of interest. She was busy with her friends, but I was convinced she was giving me one long side glance as I passed by. My heart jumped. I continued on around the track without looking back. I did not want to appear obvious. When I came around again all the girls had gone out through the main gate behind the stands except for the one girl of interest who was now walking in the track ahead of me toward the south gate that I use.

I slowed to see what she was doing...how far would she go? Was she aware of me? Also I really needed to compose myself. Could it really be Sarah? Or, had this girl simply come in a different way from the parking lot?

She arrived at the gate about fifty feet in front of me and stopped to turn and look back in my direction. At that point I was absolutely convinced it was Sarah Hershey. What a vision. Her dark blue team sweats...her pony tail...her blue eyes...her nervous smile. Wow! Too much! I slowed to a walk examining her time after time as I moved closer. It was Sarah. I was convinced. I could not believe it. In this big world I had reconnected with her and it was right here at the local high school track.

I kept slowing as I approached her. Her smile will be remembered the rest of my life. She just stood there looking at me. My eyes were filling with tears and as I got closer I notice hers were as well. Her arms came out toward me, reaching for me. Not a word was spoke as we embraced and stood there shaking with emotion. Not a word! Undeniable feeling for one another had consumed us. Right now there was no world beyond us and the feelings flowing between us.

My emotions were so easy to understand. I was an older lonely man lucky enough to have the attentions of a remarkably beautiful young woman.

Her emotions were impossible to understand. Why me? She could have the attention of literally hundreds of boys her age as well as thousands of other old perverts like me.

We backed away just a bit, still holding hands, looking directly into one another’s eyes. We embraced again, backed away again and still not a word. Things were just too emotional to express.

Finally, we just stood there at arm’s length, still holding hands. We had found one another but neither of us had any idea as to what the next step should or would be. There were so many questions.

Finally, I reluctantly let go of her hands and turned toward the gate fully expecting her to say goodbye and run back to the stands to leave as the others had, but she simply took my hand and began to walk beside me. I was thrilled, absolutely thrilled...and terrified. What was she doing? Where were we going? I was in a state of complete confusion.

Together we went out the gate and down the tree lined street. One turn and I was walking toward my home with this beautiful nymph right beside me holding my hand. Right down my street...every neighbor would see. It was about four o’clock and neighbors would be home.

What a spectacle we made for the public. It was like I had stolen her from the school. Anyone seeing us would be curious. Fortunately, she was wearing a warm up suit not shorts and thin top. Even so, she looked like a million dollars in it.

We just walked along without side glance or a word between us, right up my street through the pedestrian gate by the guard shack and on up the long drive to my house. I will never know why I led without hesitation and why she came along so willingly. I’ll never know why, rather than going in the front entrance and on inside, we walked around the house to the stone terrace in the back. Somehow it seemed wrong to go inside. Out there on the veranda just felt safer.

We went across the stone deck to the wicker love seat and just stood there until finally she wrapped her arms about me. I froze like a guilty old man, but she embraced me time and again and finally I began to respond. I held her to me tightly. She felt so good, indescribably good.

I have no idea how long we stood there. We could not let go of one another. I kissed the top of her head; she brought her arms up around my neck and pulled me down to her lips. We did this time after time. We could not get enough of one another and all this scared me beyond belief.

Finally we sat down side by side on the love seat. We sat as close together as possible, almost as close as on that Boeing. Everything went silent. It was like there was so much to say but for right now we just had to be quiet. We were together. I looked down at her. What a gorgeous creature. Her hair...her hair...I kissed the top of her head again and struggled to get my outrageous male hormones in check. As some point her right hand came over onto my lap. She had to be aware of my failure to keep things under control. It didn’t matter. I was completely lost loving her.

It was several minutes before either of us spoke. I had so many things I wanted to ask, but most important was...how was she physically? Had her monthly cycle been normal? Could she provide me assurance I had not impregnated her.

There was no way I could get into that subject. One question after another ran through my head, but got no further. She was here beside me and I did not want to run the risk of putting anything between us. We sat in silence.

She moved her hand from my lap to reach across and find my right hand and tug me toward her. Then her hand went back on my erection.

She turned toward me with a big smile,

“Mister, I am so glad I found you. I need to be with you...to talk to you. Something happened to me during our airplane ride together. (Those words hit me like a jolt of electricity.) When we got to Singapore I didn’t want to leave you. I thought about you all the time while I was gone and when I got home I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I wanted to see you so badly.

I needed to find you. I looked for you everywhere. I really worked at it. I worked at it every day but I had so little to go on.

Then I had a break. On one of my many searches on the PC, I was convinced I found you on face book. Then as I continued to study your page, I wasn’t completely certain it was you because if the man I found on the PC is you...Wow! You are really somebody...you are an important man.”

She looked up at me with a smile. She had been actually stuttering trying to talk faster. I laughed and used her upturned face and comments as an excuse to kiss her directly on the lips. Her reaction could not have been more loving. The kiss, intended as just a peck, went on much longer. I felt the tip of her tongue explore over my lips.

I pulled away,

“Yes, I’m quite important all right; but do you know the most important thing in my life now? You! I can’t believe you are here beside me. That airplane ride with you took me to emotional places I have never been.

After we disembarked in Singapore, I started looking for you everywhere; in every crowd, in every train, around every corner. I was so hopeful we might be on the same flight back but no such luck.

By the time I got home I was convinced I would never see you again but even so I continued to search.

I can’t tell you how important you are to me...I can’t admit it to myself let alone tell you.”

I looked down into her beautiful eyes above her disarming smile. Her eyes were dancing with unbridled love. There was no question.

I so needed to change the direction of this conversation. I need to be honest.

“Young lady I am too old for all this. We can’t be in love and you need to help me. We need to get things back on keel and get you safely home.”

My comments broke the ice, but not the way I intended. It was like she hadn’t heard anything about ending this and getting her on her way home.

For the first time she started to talk, really talk. I couldn’t interrupt her. She wanted to reveal everything as if it would further cement us together. She just unloaded. I had given Sarah my name on the airplane so when she got home from Bali she began searching on the web, tracking every possibility she could think of. After several days she thought she had found me and surprise...I lived only a couple miles from her home. She actually rode her bike over to see where I lived. She was able to bypass the gate using the pedestrian walk. She was just going to ride by until she thought she saw me from a distance on this terrace. She stopped across the street and just watched me. It was enough to convince her she had the right man. She just went on and on.

What a chatter box. She just has so much she had to tell me...after seeing me, her ride home had been difficult. She didn’t know what to do next. She just knew she needed to know more about me.

Our seventeen hours together on the airplane had been remarkable for her. It was the first time she had spent a night in a man’s arms. The warmth, the security, the affection were all a new and wonderful experience. Other people in her life were caring but cold and aloof.

As she laid her heart on the line I found I could no longer keep my emotions under control. In short this young beautiful girl was completely enthralled with everything about us. We were physically and emotionally so close. These thoughts had caused an emotional upheaval for me. My body had responded and I knew with our hand together in my lap she had to be aware of my raging erection.

She certainly knew what was going on with me. She knew how turned on I had become.

This had to change. I had to take her home. I could not let this innocent young woman know how deeply all this affected me. I had to be the adult in this. I had to fight these temptations and get this back to reality, but she made no effort to move her hands.

While talking she had turned such that her eyes could stay locked on mine while we were still holding hands on my lap.

A flood of emotion came over me; I had to do something,

“Sarah I need to take a shower and you need to get home before you are in trouble. I can drive you wherever you need to go; home or back to the school. Do you have a car there?

She looked away for a moment and let go of my hand.

“I don’t have a car. I am sure my parents will get me one when I need one, but right now I ride a bike or walk. I don’t live far from the school but a ride back to school would be nice if you really don’t mind. Cheerleading practice takes it out of me.”

She looked up at me and laughed,

“Can I wait while you shower?”

I knew her comments were just an effort to say longer but without hesitation I agreed. I so wanted her with me. There was such a strong bond between us. My feelings went far beyond anything logical. The attraction consumed me. Against everything I knew was right and logical I permitted her to wait.

Together we walked into the family room and across where I turned on the TV and offered her a seat.

“It will take me just a few minutes. You can wait here.”

I turned to walk away only to have her take my hand and following me, talking all the time. It was again like she didn’t hear me.

It felt so good, but so very scary. She was in my house alone with me and now following me back through the long oak trimmed hallway toward the back stairs.

Once we got to the second level here was no place to suggest she wait for me. It was a long beautiful hall passing five bedrooms each with a master bathroom.

I occupied the last bedroom suite on the right which I had determined was the master suite (it was on a corner and had one more window than the others.) Today I walked into this beautiful bedroom with the most gorgeous young high school girl holding my hand like a little girl. I could feel my heart beating in my throat.

Once in the room she let go of my hand for the first time and sort of bounced up onto the foot of the big bed. Wouldn’t you know the comforter on the bed was a light blue which highlighted her dark blue outfit, which highlighted her blue eyes? She looked like a princess.

It should have been a very awkward moment, but it wasn’t. It was like we belonged here, together. I stood close in front of her simply looked down into her beautiful eyes. She looked directly up at me with the warmest loving smile. Nothing was said...nothing needed to be said. We didn’t move. It was like we didn’t want it to end but we had no idea what to do...we had no idea what should be next.

At some point, I turned and crossed the bedroom into the enormous master bathroom leaving her seated on the foot of the bed. For reasons I could never explain, like so much of this, I left the bathroom door ajar about an inch. I honestly could not shut a door between us. I somehow hoped she would relax back onto the bed and rest a bit while I had a quick shower.

My running gear, shoes and such were quickly piled on the floor and I stepped into my large shower. I still was not completely adjusted to the splendor in my new home. This shower was big enough for six people. I really liked the large rainwater shower head. I adjusted the temperature carefully and moved under to let the warm water cascade down over my head to the rest of my body. For a moment I forgot that I wanted to move quickly, I had a raving beauty waiting patiently out....

I saw movement through the steam covered shower door. It was Sarah bent over slipping off her black panties, the last of her clothing.

Finished she boldly opened the door and stepped into the shower beside me. Neither of us said a thing. Through my water filled eyes she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My erection, which had been with me in some form ever since I first saw her at the track, was now enormous. I did not have time for embarrassment.

As I brought my hands up to try to clear my eyes, she moved directly in front of me, her arms came up around my neck, and she brought her body tightly against mine. My erection was snuggly between us just below her breasts. There was no question she knew it was there. We stood in the warm shower without a word. She held me tightly as my arms dropped to encircle her and bring her even tighter against me.

The next hour is a vivid wonderful memory of two people absolutely entranced with one another. One after the other, we found the body wash, the shampoo, and my lufa. I washed every inch of her young beautiful body. I washed from her from her toes to her hair. Everything! She freely washed every inch of me as well. I don’t know what she knew about male anatomy when she walked into that shower, but she knew everything when we emerged an hour later wrapped together in a very large Turkish towel.

At one point she had carefully lifted my penis and then my scrotum with her left hand while gently washing them. She was on her knees they were at the level of her face.

My throbbing manhood actually moved in her hands. I could not believe her reaction. While still holding my manhood, she looked up into my eyes with a gentle loving smile. She said nothing but she stayed in this position long enough to communicate so much.

We finished drying each other thoroughly and walked into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom we dropped the towel and separated for the very first time. I moved into the large walk in closet to find trousers and a golf shirt. Once I had them in hand I turned to find her standing in the closet doorway dressed with the exception of the top to her warm up. It was like she could not be away from me for a minute.

I finished dressing back in the bedroom with her standing as close as she could.

We embraced and move out of the bedroom and downstairs to the main room. At every opportunity she would take my hand or I would take hers.

For reasons you easily understand, this all scared me. Surely this level of affection would wear thin. I had to be ready for her to disappear from my life at any moment. But, for sure it was not going to be right now.

We sat down close together on the large couch that faced the fire place. The tapestries at the tall windows were all about half closed making the large room quite dark. As usual Sarah talked, but not a word about the unusual relationship we had.

She talked endlessly about her world, a crowded busy teenage world where she was emotionally so alone. Parents too busy to even know what she was wearing or what she was doing. Classmates she called friends who were so caught up in their social circle to remember what happened an hour ago, let alone yesterday. They were not mean but they had no room in their lives for the “new girl” who had joined the schools for her senior year. They had no time to get to know her.

Our arms seemed to automatically become entangled. Our hands, locked together, moved from my lap to hers. Time passed.

It was dark, probably around nine, when I stood up and she moved with me. There was not a question or statement about what we were doing. We just moved together.

She continued to talk about other things as we departed in my car to take her back to school or perhaps all the way home. No destination had been agreed upon. As I drove toward the school I became more and more apprehensive. It was quite dark.

Without any other communication Sarah started to hesitate in her conversation and offer a “turn here” or “turn there”. Her directions finally ended in front of a big grand three story tutor. She turned to me. Kissed me soundly on the lips and with tears in her eyes she was gone.

What mixed emotions. She was safely home and nothing sexually untoward had occurred between us.



THE SEARCH

Within minutes of her closing the car door I missed her. I had a hard time admitting to myself how much I missed her. The events on the flight had started it, but the afternoon and evening together had really synched it. The emptiness in my life was enormous. I could not admit to myself how much I needed her in my life.

The next day I found that I unconsciously looked for her everywhere. As soon as I was out of the house on my way to work I was looking for her; in every crowd, walking from the parking garage, in the elevator, in a store, anywhere. I would see a shape at some distance only to alter my path and find that it was not Sarah. I kept reprimanding myself. What I was doing was stupid. I had to be sick

I had the business trip to Rio trip in two days. How could I get to see her before I had to go? I could not keep my mind on my work, on anything but Sarah. I needed to see her. I needed to talk with her and I had no idea what we would talk about.

The days passed slowly without her. My trip came off without a hitch. It was one I had made many times. My people down there were wonderful and the business they were running for me was going so well. It was a fun trip except for the constant nagging realization that I was many miles away from Sarah and there was no chance she would be in the next crowd.

I got back home late the fourth day and had a fitful sleep. Got to the office early to catch up and clean up those things that accumulate when I am out of town for a week.

In the afternoon I headed home early to get in a run. I just had to. I had not finished half of what I needed to do at the office but I was drawn to the high school track with such force. Would she be practicing? I did not see her at the high school track. The cheerleaders were across the way but no Sarah.

I headed home trying once again to get my mind under control and convince myself that it was over with her. I had to get my mind on other things.

I got back to the house around five and went out to the stone terrace to relax with a beer. The weather was perfect. I made a real endeavor to only think about what the sunset would be like in a little while. It didn’t work.

I tried every trick to get my mind off the subject, but my mind rambled back to her continuously. I was really struggling with this.

It had been a real adventure with Sarah, but it was over. I had a rich life with a lot to enjoy. I had a very successful business to keep track of and I had this beautiful home which was such a reward for me. I had been alone for five years and I was lonely, but I had learned to deal with it.

I had convinced myself at some point shortly after my wife dumped me that I did not need a female in my life. I had tried to date a bit, but the women I met were either strange or leaches simply looking at my wealth and success in business. I guess I am a bit of a hermit.

I was raised in the country and learned at an early age to enjoy solitude. I’ll get over this Sarah the same way I got over my wife’s departure and get back to my solitary life.

The ring of my cell phone broke my thought process. I was startled. This was a private business number and anyone who knew it, knew not to call me now. How the hell did this number get out?

I answered. A quiet voice came across,

“Mr. Ames this is Sarah. Do you remember me?

The only thing breaking the silence was my gasp for air. I know I paused too long. It had to embarrass her,

“Yes Sarah I remember you. How could I ever forget you?

There was an extended silence. Neither of us knew what to say. It had like an eternity since we last were together. My mind was racing. Just the sound of her voice brought back absolutely every detail of our times together. Unmitigated joy filled my heart.

At the same time the phone call immediately brought back my gnawing fear. Four weeks had passed since our meeting on that flight and my unspeakable acts in the night. I was quickly reminded how important four weeks could be to girl who had been molested the way I molested this sweet human being.

I was in a state of panic as she continued,

“Mr. Ames can I see you? I would really like to talk with you for just a little while. We could just sit right there on your deck. Would that be ok?”

What the hell. Could she see me? How did she know I was on my terrace patio? How had she gotten this number? My mind swirled in confusion.

Finally, I was able to answer,

“Sure Sarah. Where are you?”

“I am on my bicycle right in front of your house. I could see you back there as I came around the curve; wait just a minute.”

I put my beer down and stood up just as she came running around the corner of the house and bounded up the steps.

I can honestly tell you, dear reader, I had never known such joy in my life. She could not have looked more beautiful. Her eyes were moist and shining, filled with emotion. She came straight across to me with her arms extended. We embraced...it was like we would never be able to let go. My terrace is quite extensive and private, no one could see us, but I couldn’t care if someone did.

There was not a word between us as we turned together and sat down side by side on the love seat. It was like we couldn’t get close enough to one another. She immediately took my right hand in both of hers and brought it into her lap. It was such a loving intimate thing to do. It was like she wanted to assure I could not get away. I looked down over her body. The short pleated skirt she was wearing allowed that our hands were resting partly on her bare upper legs very close to their beautiful junction with her body.

The fact that she had placed our hands there gave me an uncontrollable surge of the most loving emotions. I was unable to speak. There was no question she knew how she affected me and her emotions were as strong as mine. We sat there side by side not saying a word.

Her grip on my right hand kept getting tighter and tighter in her lap as my left arm found its way around her shoulders and brought her to me tighter and tighter.

Finally I was able to speak,

“I am so glad you are here. I cannot get you out of my mind, Sarah. I ran yesterday. I normally would not have been running but I thought I might see you. You were not there. The cheerleaders were practicing without you. What happened?”

She looked up into my eyes with a smile,

“Yea, I know. I didn’t feel real good when I got up in the morning. My tummy was upset.....”

She continued to talk but I could not comprehend anything further. My fear factor shot through the roof; MORNING SICKNESS: a sure sign of pregnancy. Every nerve in my body started to tingle. I struggled to calm down, enough to at least listen to her,

“The last few mornings, for about the last week, I have had an upset tummy in the morning. It’s not very bad and it doesn’t last very long. Maybe I have had a little touch of the flu.”

She looked up at me with that smile I had learned to love.

I don’t think I can make you sick though, because otherwise I feel great.”

I had to know more. I remembered the other early sign of pregnancy. Sensitive beasts, somewhat swollen would tell me so much. I slowly brought my right hand up from her lap and gently enclosed her left breast. Her loving look turned to loving surprise as her hand came up to cover mine...not to remove it or restrict it...but, to hold it in place. I gently held her. She trembled all over. That was all I needed.

She continued to look at me with her warm smile,

“What are you doing, mister?” she whispered with a little chuckle.

Embarrassed a bit I started to move my hand away only to have her bring it back to her breast and hold it warmly.

She continued to look directly up into my eyes as I brought her to me even tighter.

“It is not very big, is it?” She offered with a smile as she turned slightly to kiss my neck.

That was all the invitation I needed. I moved back just a little and gently lifted her top. I was dumbfounded when her arms went up into the air inviting me to take it completely off. I did. Her little white bra came off a moment later and this beautiful creature was sitting with her breasts completely exposed. My raw male hormones took over as I struggled to regain control.

“You are perfect young lady.”

I returned my hand to her breast, but it offered no insight into her status. It was wonderfully warm and firm, with an aroused nipple. She could not have been more beautiful.

I turned her slightly toward me as if to kiss her, only to have her take that as an invitation to turn completely and come onto my lap to face me. Her bare legs were drawn up on either side of me jockey style with her arms wrapped around my neck. Her position brought her upper body against me. It was such a comfortable position.

“Let’s go inside.” I suggested.

She kissed my neck and slid backward to stand up in front of me. Her movement was a simple one but it said so much to an old guy like me. She had to know that moving as she did with her very short skirt she revealed everything to me. To my warped mind it said her beautiful body was mine.

We got up together and move into the house. We passed through the great room hand in hand and on out to the kitchen area. Without a word, Sarah moved to the refrigerator coming back with a beer, a diet coke and some cheese while I found some crackers in a cupboard. We returned to the great room and disappeared into an overstuffed couch with our snacks on a table at my side. She reached over me for a cracker and I reminded that her blouse and bra were still out on the terrace.

Her breasts were at the level of my lips. I consumed her right nipple very carefully while bringing both of her breasts to my face. She shook all over.

This had to be some scheme designed to drive a fifty year old bachelor into and early grave.

This was such a revelation for two very dissimilar people who really honestly loved one another. I could not be any closer to her than I felt right now and yet...she was way too young.

On her side, she seemed to be drawn to me like a powerful magnet.

Then crossing over all these emotions was the realization that she just might already be pregnant and I certainly could not allow myself to be identified with her in any way.

THE NIGHT

My couch was always my favorite spot in this big room; a quiet sanctuary from a busy day, or just a great place inside to drink a beer in front of the fire. With Sarah beside me it was the very best place on earth. We finished the things we had brought in to eat and settled close together to watch the meadow out the large window to our left.

She took my right hand and brought it over into her lap where she held it in both of hers. This was something she had done a several times before in our short relationship...sort of a favorite position. It drove me nuts. She had actually tuck my hand up very snuggly to the tops of her legs with no regard for the fact that she was holding my hand against her bare upper legs and black panties. My erection was immediate and enormous.

We sat for a short while in this position. It was wonderful. Neither of us seemed to know what to do next. Neither of us wanted to move.

Finally she released my right hand and turned toward me slightly. I lifted my right arm up around her shoulders just as her right hand started across my body as if to pull me tighter. But it did not come across me as I expected. It ended right on my lap.

There was no question this time, her hand ended up resting directly on my very aroused manhood. It was not accidental. Her hand was palm down and I felt it close ever so slightly around me. She was holding my erection in the semidarkness.

My left hand very softly moved up the velvet skin of her upper legs and found the way on up to the waist band of her panties.

Her left hand moved to her hip where she started to slide her panties down her leg. Moments later with my help on the other side, her panties were tossed across the room.

I think she moved first, maybe not, but together we stood, embraced and our embrace was transformed into a loving walk out of the room, down the hall, and into my bedroom. Not a word was said. We could not have been closer and that said everything.

Sarah literally jumped backward onto my bed, looking at me continually with a loving smile. She lay on her back, lifted a bit, and slid her skirt off. She was almost laughing as she handed it to me.

“Please put this someplace.”

I will never forget that moment...never...her look, her smile. She was completely nude in my bed. I knew how timid she was, but not now. She knew where she was and whom she was with and her invitation was so real.

I stood looking down into her eyes as I unbuttoned my shirt. As I turned to put it on the bedside stand with her skirt, she came up on one elbow in attempted to unbuckle my belt. It was another signal I will remember forever.

All caution to the wind, the remainder of my clothing followed my shirt.

I came up onto the bed and over her as she lay on her back. Her legs spread such that my knees came between them. It the dim evening light she was the most erotic picture. I held myself up for a moment, found the look I so needed in her face, and then slowly descended into her waiting arms. It was another unforgettable moment.

She accepted my weight and her arms closed around me. My right arm went under her head and neck as my left hand went down between us to assure my manhood was safely between us and not at the entry to her body. Our lips found one another and the world stopped. The only sound was heavy breathing and a murmur or moan from one or the other of us. Our entire world was in that bed.

Time passed. I could not move. I clung to her tightly as panic swept over me. My mind was overcome with fear. Sex with an underage girl could mean a lifetime in the slammer; to say nothing about an unexplainable pregnancy. I froze. How in the world did I end up here? I had to get away.

I moved up from her slightly looking downward into her eyes as her right hand found my very aroused member and gently moved it downward between her legs...against her vaginal lips.

At the same time her left arm came up around my neck to pull me down toward her.

I resisted,

“Sarah, Sarah do you know what you are doing? Is this what you really want? I know you are a virgin, dear. Entering you could hurt like hell...”

That is all I got to say as she pulled me downward as tightly as she could and I let my weight drive my erection into her waiting vagina. She screamed as my manhood drove to the limit. I had her. She was a virgin no more.

I collapsed on top of her complete engaged with her body. She continued to moan and murmur as she squirmed beneath me. She was very tight; she had to be hurting badly. I struggled to move up and turn away from her, but her arms held me tightly.

I looked down at her,

“Sarah, what have I done? I am so sorry. I have hurt you so badly. Let me get up and get things under control. Please!”

But, Sarah was not deterred. She was actually laughing as she forcefully began to roll us over together. It was my chance to get away. I squirmed onto me back and attempted to slide to the side of the bed. She move quickly to come over me and pin me down...I could not resist her...in fact truth is I helped her.

When she was finally on top of me she reached down between us and place my manhood exactly where she wanted it. This time it went directly against her vaginal lips.

She looked down into my eyes,

“I really want you back in there, mister.”

She whispered as she squirmed downward against me. I had never been harder or more ready in my life. I couldn’t stop her. I didn’t want to stop her. She slid downward taking my manhood into her body. She was so tight, so warm, and so ready. Moments later she had all of me deep in her body again.

There were tears in her eyes as she sat up on me jockey style and moaned loudly as she moved up a bit and then came down firmly. I could feel her vagina pulsating, adjusting to the intrusion. A tear swept down her cheek and landed on my chest.

That broke the silence for me. I had to know.

“Am I hurting you?”

She nodded “yes” as her tears continued and a loving smile cross her face.

“Do you want to stop?

She slowly nodded “no” and that smile I loved so much overcame her as she collapsed down onto my chest with her arms above my head on the pillow. She kissed me directly on the mouth as we collapsed together.

Suddenly sensibility swept over me. I could not deal with this. I could not endanger this beautiful young girl any further.

I moaned turned sideways and managed to pull from under her, again.

She lay beside me, cradled in my right arm, looking directly into my eyes...her big beautiful eyes damp with emotion. We just lie there looking at one another.

Finally I had to say something,

“Sarah, I am so sorry. I have never loved anyone more. But, I have misled you so badly. You are a beautiful young woman and I have put you on the wrong path. This is the strongest love I have ever known but I have used it to violate you. If I go further I will ruin your chance for a normal life. We have got to end this right now. You have got to help me. I cannot do it alone. I love you too much. You have got to go. You have got to forget me.”

I went on and on with my imperatives insisting that she dress and go home.

All the time I talked she just hugged me closer and kept her eyes locked on mine.

What else could I say? What else could I do?

I looked down over her stunning body and all my resolve started to collapse. I had said all I could say. I had made my case as clear as I could.

I wrapped my arms around her holding her as tightly as she was holding me.

Minutes passed. I could not find any way to move on. After some time, she startled me by lifting up on her elbow to look down at me.

What she said in the next five minutes was life altering,

“Mister” Listen to me; I don’t have the option of leaving you. I have loved you from the moment I met you on that plane. I don’t understand it. I know I am very young and you might think I am not mature enough to understand all this...but I love you; so there. I have never done anything like this before and frankly the idea of sex sort of scared me, but from the moment I met you I was so ready and I wanted you so much. You can’t push me away.

Don’t you understand? I am convinced you and I can try anything we want to end this but it won’t work. You know it. I know it. We cannot be apart. Trying to end this won’t work for either of us.

I don’t know how long this will last, but we are in it together and we have to solve it together.”

She hesitated, suspended there on her elbow looking directly into my eyes.

Then she went on and offered the most astounding comment,

“First, there is something I should have told you right away, but I didn’t. By the time I got home from the trip I was completely caught up in you and very worried that I might never see you. Then when I finally did see you I knew I would do anything to be with you. I also knew that if I told you at that point what I am going to tell you now, I would end it and you would disappear forever and I couldn’t stand that thought.

But, we have come so far, we have to put everything on the line.

This is a critical time and I know we can deal with the truth and, our love will survive. I now believe in you...in us. What we just did was such a commitment between us. I know you look at it that way. I know you...mister and I love you way too much to have a deception between us”

Her face got very serious,

“Mr. Ames, I was wide awake on the airplane!”

She hesitated, looking at me, awaiting a reaction. I was too stunned to say anything. I could feel the blood draining from my face. I have never felt so guilty in my life. I was caught.

“I know everything that happened. I know what you did to me and I know I did nothing to stop you. You can think anything you want, but for me there was magic between us that did not, has not, and will not go away. I wanted every touch, every hug, everything you did to me that night.

There were a lot of things missing from my life but that is not the issue; no excuses. This is plain and simple. I needed you then and I need you now. With you I am happy.

You may think I am a fool. Others for sure would if they knew, but I must stay in your life and I will do so at any cost.”

She went quiet and moved as close to me as she could.

I lay there lost in all she had said. So she knew what I was doing. She let me do it and she has not condemned me in any way.

I was stunned, but I so needed to know all the truth. I looked down at her,

“Sarah, do you think you are pregnant?”

She looked at me so softly.

“I honestly don’t know. I have not had a period since, but then again I am not regular at all. I might have had a little morning sickness as you know, but that is not conclusive. I don’t want to go to the doctor. I don’t even want to take the drug store test. I feel it is our business right now...yours and mine and no one else’s. I am not in a state of denial. It is that I am filled with very strong positive emotions. These are the grandest feelings I have ever had...and I want to enjoy them as long as I can.”

She went quiet for a while and then started again,

“I know what you are thinking Richard. I know you are worried about what I might say to others. Please understand how much I love you. I will protect you at any cost. This possible pregnancy is a complication for sure, but it is not the end of the world. Together we can handle it. The real questions have to do with your life and happiness and my life and happiness.

I know we loved one another enough to see it through to a happy ending.

Quietly and very slowly she came back on top of me. Her arms went around my neck as she kissed me. Her legs dropped to each side of mine and slowly she slid down my body. This time it took no steering, my manhood entered her body. She brought her tight vagina over my erection like a velvet glove.

She lifted up, looked down into my eyes and quietly murmured,

“Now you fit just right, mister. That hurt a bit before but it was not nearly as painful as I thought it would be and now you are perfect in there. I love you.”

She kissed me deeply. My resolve to protect my interest was all gone; it was lost as this beautiful creature and I responded to one another.

My arms came up around her back and together we began the most loving rhythm. Her breathing became more and more rapid and pronounced as she loved me. Mine as well. I was mesmerized by her beautiful hair which came down over me and danced with each breath I took.

Finally we turned over together, wonderfully linked, and with her on her back I climaxed. Time after time, surge after surge, I delivered deep into her body.

Her eyes were filled with emotion and tears as she looked directly up into mine and her murmurs started to become moans. I could sense this was going to be her first climax. As she continued there was no question. Her eyes stayed fixed on mine as her young body released. Her vagina pulsated deep within, her arms tightened around me and she had one very special grand climax.

Finished we clung together so tightly. I could feel her young body pulsating and adjusting around me. Her body was refusing to release until I relaxed inside her.

It was sometime before we quieted enough that I lifted, kiss her, and then moved down beside her with my lips on her neck. She sat up a little and reached down to bring the sheet up to cover us together.

At some point much later I turned to lie on my back, with this beautiful creature cradled in my left arm. I glanced at the clock; midnight.

Without a word she came back over on top of me. We rested wrapped in one another’s arms. All the world for us was found right there in that bed. In those wonderful moments there were no worries, no concern, and no consequences for either of us. These were the grandest possible moments.

Soon we were back together sexually. We made love again in a way I had only dreamed of. This time it went on and on.

Finally, around four in the morning, in exhaustion, I fell unconscious beside her. We were wrapped in one another’s arms under a sheet and a light blanket.

My last thought was of the morning and wondering how in the hell I would handle waking with her after making love all night; knowing we had to find a way to say goodbye.

SEARCH

I was awakened much later by a strange light. I bolted upright in bed startled by the brightness and color patterns of light in the room. A glance at the clock told me why. It was after ten. I had never slept this late; in fact with my tendency to get up very early I don’t think I had ever been in this bedroom at this time of the morning.

For the moment I had forgotten about Sarah, but a quick check of the bed and the room told me she was gone. I jumped up and headed down to the main room and the kitchen. As I raced along I noticed she had recovered each piece of her clothing. Her skirt was gone from my bed, her blouse, bra and panties from the couch in the main room, her sandals from the veranda...all were gone.

I race back to my bedroom and moments later burst out of the front door dressed in a golf shirt, Dockers and running shoes. There was no sign of Sarah. There were just a few marks in the gravel beside the drive where her bike had been. She was gone.

I was left with this strong feeling I would never see her again. I didn’t know her phone number or address. I had no way to contact her unless I went over to the school.

Without knowing where she was I would be back to a boring routine of work with a never ending search.

My mind was running a mile a minute. Why would she leave without a goodbye?

As I drove to the office, I desperately tried to get my mind on my work and off of this beautiful nymph who appeared in my life. I had another trip coming up to Rio and it deserved my full attention; fat chance that would occur.

I was overcome with a depressed confusion.

I missed her beyond reason. This emptiness could grow uncontrollably until it drove me mad. I need so to find her: to reconnect. She was gone and I had no way to contact her.

Then my sick mind moved on to another terror. Everything was in her hands. She knew all about me. With one phone call she could have me in jail (today she carried so much real evidence in her young body.) I trusted her, but what could others drum out of her as she tried to explain her time with me.

Nothing worked. I moved through the day like a zombie. Everything told me she was gone forever. I kept trying to reassure myself that her disappearing would be the very best thing for me. What a mess I would be in with her if things continued as they were going.

I looked for her all day. I couldn’t stop. Normally, I don’t run on a Thursday but I ran after work to observe the cheerleader practice. (She was missing or at least I was not able to see her.) (I didn’t want to get too close.)

A form of panic invaded my heart as I loped the mile or so back to my house all the time trying to convince myself how much better off my life would be without her. I got home, fixed a quick bite to eat, and took it out on the terrace; all the time hoping or fearing, she might come around that corner.

It was eight in the evening. I was still sitting on the terrace looking out over the meadow when I was startled by movement to my right. Sarah came around the corner of the house with a big grin and, without a word, bounded over to claim the lounge where we had sat before. Once there, she simply patted the cushion beside her and held out both of her beautiful arms toward me indicating that she wanted me beside her.

I moved over to where she was without a word. I cannot tell you the joy in my heart and the confusion in my head as she enfolded me in her arms and kissed me.

She looked up directly into my eyes. No explanation of her leaving this morning, she just started right in,

“Mister, what am I going to do? It’s been only a few hours and I have missed you so much. I even came over here after school to change my clothes. Do you mind?”

I could only smile.

“I knew you would be at your down town office, but I just needed to be near our world. I didn’t have a key so I just changed back here on the terrace behind that big umbrella. I made sure no one saw me come or go.”

A compulsion moved through me. I gently removed her arms from around my neck, got up, and without saying a word went into the house. I came back a moment later with a gold plated house key on a gold chain. It was the last thing my ex-wife threw at me as she and her strange dark skinned lover left for an “exciting new life in Amarillo”. I had had the key and chain made special for her when this “dream house” was finished.

I placed the chain around Sarah’s neck and let the key fall down her front between her young breasts. I said nothing as I sat down beside her and brought her into my arms.

Her eyes were dancing and filling with tears as she pulled back a bit unbuttoned the top of her blouse and carefully let the key fall between her bare breasts.

She looked up at me with a tear running down her cheek,

“You know this means so much to me, but are you sure this is what you want to do? This is such a symbol of trust and love.”

I wrapped her more tightly in my arms.

“I am so very sure young lady.”

With both hands she turned my face toward her and kissed me,

“I love you. I will take very good care of it and use it only to make our lives better. I promise. Thank you, thank you.”

Her expression had turned so serious. I needed her to know my feelings went far beyond a house key.

I looked at her with my most light hearted smile,

“Maybe you would like to give me a symbol of your trust, young lady? Shouldn’t I have one as well?”

She hesitated and then completely caught me off guard,

“Mister, my “symbol” of trust and love for you is deep in my body. It is where you put it and I keep it very safe for you.”

I literally choked at her reply. She was so right. That “symbol” and where I had put it was an endless turn on for me. There were very few moments in a day when I did not think of it.

I tightened my arms around her as tears flowing freely down my face.

She was wearing a longer pleated skirt with a very cute white blouse which now covered the key to my house. I lifted her tightly against me in an effort to be even closer on the couch. I watched as she reached up under her skirt and slid her panties down her legs.

She move away from me slightly and placed her panties on my lap. Her eyes were dancing. She laughed and came back against me.

“There you can have these as a “symbol” too.

She never got to finish her thought as I brought her into my arms and together we moved through the door and into the house.

Her comment about my “symbol” raged in my mind as I half carried her through the house and up the stairs into my bedroom.

I was literally ravenous for her. By the time we reached my bed upstairs she was absolutely nude. Her clothes were a trail my lust had left behind us.

There was no question what was about to happen to her. I tumbled her onto my bed on her back and came up over her without hesitation. I entered her forcefully and began to sex her violently. I was out of control. I pummeled her body, driving into her time after time, from every angle. I found myself with her right breast tightly consumed in my mouth as I exploded sending volumes of my semen deep into her young body.

I collapsed on top of her, crushing her, draining into her with complete abandon. Her comments about my “symbol” deep in her body were all it had taken. Her words made it clear she assumed she was pregnant and that thought was the greatest turn on of my life.

Exhausted, I finally rolled off her to collapse on my back at her side.

Slowly in the fading light of evening sever remorse started to overcome me. How could I be so bad? How could I get so out of control just thinking about her being pregnant? What had I become?

My remorse turned to guilt. After all she was just a naive young girl who I had taken advantage of on an airplane. This all came into my life as a result of my taking advantage of her when I thought she was asleep on the airplane.

My guilt turned to terrible regret. What had I done to her? How could I emotionally untangle from this young woman I loved so much?

All the time she lay there flat on her back, nude, spread just as I had climbed off of her. I had been so vicious with her. Could she even move?

I watched her carefully as darker and darker thought entered my mind.

Finally I was disturbed by her movement beside me. I turned sideways and watched as she struggled to turn up onto her elbow to look directly into my eyes,

I was amazed. Her face was lit up with a wide strange smile,

“Oh my; you are in such trouble, mister; I think you raped me. You are in so much trouble.”

Her smile turned to a broad grin as she admonished me.

She slowly moved closer to me and then slid on top of my body looking down directly into my eyes from about four inches away. She gave me this scary sinister look.

“That was unbelievable. You are in so much trouble. Now, I am going to expect that every time.”

She laughed, then lifted slightly, and held her right breast so I could see it,

“Look at this. Just look at your teeth marks.”

Her beautiful young breast was red and bruised with the nipple darker pink.

“You are an animal. Just look at me, mister. Do you think you own me? Well in case you wondered...you do...you do...you do.”

She was laughing as she continued to admonish me while sliding downward on top of me until she had my exhausted sex tightly between her upper legs.

She lifted up on her elbows and continued to look directly into my eyes as she slowly, and very gently, started to work her legs and her body along my member...gripping, releasing, tightening, and pulling. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest as she came down to engulf my mouth.

In no time I was getting another enormous erection. My unit actually tingled when she finally reached down between us and moved it such as to reenter her body. Together we worked it deeper and deeper back into her well lubricated young vagina until we were fully engaged.

A new level of excitement overtook me. I began to realize how completely she owned me sexually. I wanted her with a passion like I had never known.

I lay there, flat on my back as she moved up and down along my body accompanied by her quiet loving little moans. I brought my hands up onto her lovely bottom and gently endorsed each move she made. Time passed as she brought me higher and higher until once again I exploded. Over and over my testicles tightened and I drove my semen deep into her welcoming uterus.

After that her movements on top of me slowed to a mystical dance. Her murmurs of love faded to a quiet approval of all that had gone on between us. A cloud came over me and I faded away while she continued to move peacefully on top of me.

My last comment was,

“You are in such trouble young lady!”

Some good while later I became aware that Sarah still on top of me. I tried to lift up, but she was sound asleep on top of me.

The sheer joy of having her there prohibited me from any further attempt to disturb her.

I lay still, turning my head from side to side. To my left I could see the windows...it was dark outside. It was obviously late at night...very late.

One by one my senses returned. I really had to use the bathroom, I was starving and oh so very thirsty.

Something had to be done. I wrapped her nude body in my arms and gently rolled us together to the right until she was on her side still completely engaged with me physically.

That was enough to bring her somewhat back to consciousness. She moaned, her bright eyes opened and she murmured something about being allowed to sleep with me.

I kissed her on the cheek in a fatherly fashion, slid backward out of the bed and made my way across the room to the bathroom. As soon as I finished with the toilet, I wrapped myself in my white terry cloth robe and hunted in the back of the big towel closet for the matching robe. I had bought matching robes for my wife long ago. It was one of many things she never wore and forgot when she departed five years ago.

I slipped back into the bedroom. Sarah had awakened enough to have covered her body with the thin sheet. She lay curled up on her side. I would have thought she was sound asleep except for the girlish grin and the snappy eyes that were locked onto my every movement.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and found her hand. I held it caringly,

“Sarah, I am going down to make some scrambled eggs. Come on down when you can sweetheart. You have got to be so hungry...I sure know I am.”

Slowly she moved the robe aside that I had placed somewhat between us and using both hands she pulled me toward her into the bed. I collapsed down beside her nude body and she wrapped me in her arms.

It was over an hour later when we finished making love again and dozed off together.

A DAY TO REMEMBER

I was disturbed by early morning light and sound. It took several moments until I was fully aware of my surroundings. One by one the light bulbs in my mind came on.

It was six in the morning on a Wednesday. I needed time in the office. I had meetings beginning at nine this morning.

Beside me was the most beautiful young girl I had ever seen. In the early morning light she absolutely glowed.

She was lying on her side where she had ended after rolling down from my body. I moved toward the edge of the bed trying not to disturb her. As I moved away she curled up somewhat into a fetal position and dropped her hands between her knees. Her eyes fluttered and she gave me a warm smile.

“Good morning sweetheart.”

I offered.

“Good morning lover.”

She responded as she reached for my right hand that was still supporting me in my semi-upright position. With several little tugs she invited me back down into her arms.

I so willingly came back to her and kissed her. Then it took every ounce of my self-will to move out of the bed, bend over to kiss her gently again and then move into the bathroom.

I had major business meetings that I had to attend and I was already late. People would be waiting. I had to remember that the livelihood and well being of a lot of folks depended on my continued involvement in my company. Success had brought ever growing responsibility for me.

Minutes later I came out of the bathroom...ten more minutes I was dressed and ready to leave for work.

I hesitated at the bedside. Sarah was outlined lying on her back under the thin sheet. What an image for me to keep all day. It was obvious she was absolutely nude. I could see the gold house key and chain resting between her beautiful young breasts. She never took it off; Instant arousal for me.

I knew better than to awake her...I would never get to work if I did.

I quietly reached for the note pad by the phone and wrote a short note, placing it on the night stand on her side of the bed.

Darn business meetings have drawn me away

The house and all in it are yours to enjoy

I will be home around six tonight.

Hope you can be here...we’ll have dinner.

Love you so much.

Dick.

Then I slid out of the room, down the steps and moments later I was driving away anticipating a full day of work at the office.

All day, meeting after meeting, planning for another log trip down to Rio. Every time I had an idle moment though, my thoughts went to Sarah wondering what time she got up...where did she go...what is she doing...where will she be tonight??

My last meeting seemed to take forever. In my note I told Sarah I would be home around six, but it was clear I was going to be much later. I had no way to tell her. Would she worry? Would she even be there? It all dragged along.

Finally, things ended at the office around seven. It seemed like I could not get home fast enough.

I parked in the drive. I could not lose time by opening the garage door.

I rushed into the house. I had such hope as I started my search heading down the hall toward the back of the house.

What joy; I found Sarah in the kitchen preparing food. She was wearing a very short pleated skirt and snug white tank top. I chuckled; somewhere she had found an apron. My ex had several but I had never seen her wear one. This cute apron could not have looked sexier on Sarah. It was decorated in the same shade of red as her skirt and about an inch longer.

She was standing facing the counter cutting up vegetables. She put the knife down and turned as I came into the room. We literally rushed across the room to wrap one another in an embrace.

As her arm came up around my neck I could clearly see the glint of gold on her ring finger. Something new; she was wearing a wide gold wedding band.

I so wanted to ask about it, but all the emotion between us captured my complete attention. I have never felt more love.

She had set our places at the small kitchen table beside one another. Quite unusual...my wife always insisted we sit opposite. This was so much more intimate, we were so much closer and we could enjoy the view across the table and out the window together.

Her left hand slid over to take mine numerous times as we ate. Each time she stopped everything to look up into my eyes with a smile. Finally, as if she could hold a secret no longer she smiled and offered,

“Well mister, have you not noticed my new ring? It is a wedding ring I found it in a jewelry box on the shelf in our extra closet up stairs.”

The warmest loving look came over her face as she put her hand with the decorated finger over onto the table right in front of me. I recognized the ring right away, of course

Four years ago my then wife had departed with just some clothing in two suitcases and three purses she “liked”. She and her brown lover told me that was all they wanted to haul with them so “throw all her other shit away if you want”. Over the next year I had thrown away some of her things, but placed most, particularly anything of higher value, in the spare bedroom closet upstairs. For months I thought my wife might come to her senses and want some of the stuff.

Now Sarah had found this treasure and helped herself to the wedding band which was part of a very expensive ($18,700) wedding set my wife had received at our wedding and thrown in the key bowl by the front door as she and her gigolo rushed out.

The look on Sarah’s face spoke only of love between us. There was not a sign of guilt, or worry as she sat there smiling while wearing the expensive wedding band. Slowly, she moved her hand over onto my hand.

What should I say? Should I tell her about the rings history? These thoughts quickly faded. She had found the ring...she had every right to it...no one else wanted it...and it conveyed emotions that drove me wild. I so wanted the feeling of belonging between us.

But think of the complications if others started to question her wearing the ring and what it might mean. If she has not had her period; if she is pregnant she has complete control my future. We have an unbelievable loving connection which creates all kind of obvious complications. If she ever wanted, one word to authorities, a couple tests and I would be in the penitentiary for life. Her parents, her school authorities, the legal system...

I should get out of this quickly, rather than getting in deeper by her wearing that wedding band.

But ring or no ring, my love for her would never let me desert her. I could not move on without her and it was obvious I was the only check on our relationship. She was so happy, so filled with joy and moving closer and closer to me in every way while I was certainly poorly prepared emotionally to stop anything she wanted to do.

The question still remained for me. Why was she free to play this role with me unheeded? Where were all the normal influences in her life; her parents, her family, school authorities? Wasn’t there anything that was telling her to put on the brakes and get away from this middle aged man?

The confusion was overwhelming.

It was obvious that Sarah had spent some time exploring the house today. What else had she found? What more had she learned?

I was filled with questions, but I had to forget them and simply return the warm loving smile that I knew now flooded my face. This girl could do with me and my property as she chose. I had no will to stop her or even slow her activity. What was mine was now hers.

The light meal she had fixed was great. She had poured a glass of wine for me and matched it with a similar glass for herself; with about half the wine. We finished in about twenty minutes.

Once finished she stood up and suggested I go up and change clothes while she cleaned up the kitchen. She was just like a very young, very cute, newlywed.

Up in the master bedroom, I took off my business suit and moved into the bathroom for a quick shower. The water was warm, my thoughts were very pleasant. Sarah, in that apron over her short skirt... At first glance from the front it looked like the apron was all she had on her lower body. I was looking downward at my enormous erection, letting the warm deluge cascade down over my face.

There was a slight noise over the sound of the water. I turned just as this beautiful nude nymph entered the shower behind me.

I turned and moved toward her. The warm water now ran down my back. Our nude bodies came together...her arms came up around my neck...by arms cradled her beautiful bottom lifting her to me. It was so natural. Together we brought her up and down until my erection was buried completely in her vagina. Completely united we moved backward until just a little cascade of warm water came down between us. It was marvelous.

We made love; so gentle, so intimate. We moved together as the warm water came over us. Her lips were on my neck next to my right ear. I could hear her loving murmurs as she moved; time after time climbing that splendid hill with me. We were completely together physically and emotionally when we climaxed together and once again I released an enormous about of me semen deep in her vagina.

Sometime later we were finished our shower, dried one another and were back in the bedroom.

We dressed in casual clothing and went down together to find our favorite seats on the veranda. In every way we could not have been closer...more in love.

Our love making in the shower had been one for the record books but Sarah still was very energetic. She literally bouncing as we sat down on the veranda. She immediately took my right hand and placed it in her lap as my left arm went around her shoulders to draw her closer. She was wearing cute white shorts so our hands rested high on her bare legs; (Immediate erection!).

She turned and looked up with those beautiful blue eyes,

“I have some exciting things I need to talk to you about. First look at this.”

She handed me an advertisement she had downloaded from the internet. It was short but very well written. It offered room and board in a local high scale residence in exchange for house watching and light homemaking duties. It was quite detailed. Then the shocker; as I read further I realized it was my house and it appeared like I had published the advertisement.

Her plan was absolutely amazing; stunning, scary, ingenious.

She knew exactly what she wanted for her life (and for mine) and she put it into a scheme that was almost guaranteed to work.

Sarah’s father had received a sizable promotion. It was all good news for him but it required moving to their Singapore offices for an extended period, maybe as much as four or five years.

The big challenge was what to do with Sarah. She was a senior in high school and already admitted to the local university where she had done advanced placement work.

Early conversations had suggested she would move with them, attend the American School High School in Singapore, and cancel all her current university plans in favor of a foreign school where they were to live. To Sarah this was completely unacceptable.

After some convincing her parents recognized the terrible upheaval this would create for her.

Then their thoughts moved to the possibly or her staying in school here and living with relatives, an Aunt and Uncle who lived about fifteen miles east, or even getting a small apartment on her own. This idea had all kind of complications. Sarah and her parents hardly knew them. They really live some distance away and a different school district.

Then Sarah “found” this advertisement on line and it opened the obvious opportunity. She presented the advertisement to her parents and they found it interesting enough that they were willing to come over meet me and see the home.

Dear reader, I was so stunned I could not respond. I sat there dumbfounded.

After several minutes which were filled with her shining eyes, her happy smile and an array of gentle kisses on my neck and lips; I settled down with the realization Sarah was in the driver’s seat. She could have me in jail with a phone call. I would stay in jail a long time after a quick DNA test. Anything Sarah wanted, anything she came up with, had to be acceptable on my part...and frankly there were aspects of this program that had already given me an instant erection.

If she could pull It off she would be living with me for the foreseeable future.



SARAH’S BOLD PLAN

During the next few days Sarah moved things at a very rapid pace and it seemed like every element of her program was a surprise for me.

The very next evening, at her request, I was home from the office and dressed in a casual golf shirt when she arrived with her parents.

They were an attractive couple a few years younger than me. I had met them in the terminal in Japan, but I could not remember a thing about them and it was obvious they did not remember me. At that time we were all exhausted after the long flight to Narita.

The four of us sat in the big room. After a few initial moments with a glass of wine, we began to talk about “my” advertisement and the possibility that Sarah could fulfill the requirements.

At Sarah’s suggestion I gave them a tour of the house. I did almost all the talking. I noticed Sarah stayed behind her father and me with her mother and said nothing (it had to look like she knew nothing about the place).

We ended in the bedroom suite she intended to “sell” as the one she would occupy. It was on the opposite end of the long corridor from the master suite where I slept.

The whole thing went flawlessly. They liked me. They seemed very excited that they had a possible solution for Sarah that she really liked.

This move for the Hersheys had been very quick and very complicated and now it was all coming down to the end.

There big question was just how fast was I prepared to move. They had sold their home, shipped their possessions, and were living in a hotel with just three days until they would fly to Singapore. What Sarah was going to do was the last big item on their check list.

Back in the living room we began to discuss details.

Her dad turned to Sarah and asked one question,

“Honey, is this what you really want to do?”

She responded exuberantly,

Yes! Daddy; this is perfect. Living here would make me so happy. I can stay in school, graduate with my class and then go to Brighton U. in the fall. Think about it...that is just a few months away and I will be living in the dorms at Brighton. ”

I looked across the big coffee table directly into her moist eyes. Her emotions were so intense.

For her sake I had to calm things down a bit. This had to look reasonable to her parents. I struggled to show no enthusiasm what so ever even though my heart was racing as I tried to sprinkle just a little cold water on the conversation.

I looked directly at Sarah,

“Please keep in mind that there are some work requirements and duties outlined in that advertisement. This is not just a free ride. First, I would expect you to keep your area upstairs clean and neat. You will have a key to your door but I am sort of a neat nick and would want to know that things were orderly behind that door. In addition, I will expect you to be a good steward of the rest of the house and very responsible with my things. A little cleaning and dusting along with some meal preparation will be required. Finally, I travel a great deal. Can you handle being alone in this big place?”

Sarah looked directly at me and as she did I paid attention to her parent’s facial responses.

My little speech had worked. Both of them were looking directly at her and fully on board as she responded,

“I have read your advertisement very carefully, Mr. MacLeod. I can do what you need. I would really love for you to consider me. This is perfect.”

That is all Sarah said but it was enough...the deal was sealed. I confirmed to Sarah and her parents that she had the position. She could move in as she desired. The expression on her parents face conveyed such relief. A major problem had been solved for them.

I did not dare look at Sarah. I could not chance what might be revealed by an exchange of glances.

During the next two days I was involved heavily at work during the day and into the evenings. I actually saw far less of Sarah than before. Sarah maintained a busy schedule. In addition to school and cheerleading she and her mother made several trips bringing her things over here to her “room” upstairs.

I met the two of them together for a short while when I first got home on the first evening. There were a few questions, but nothing worth noting.

The only reason I mention the short meeting is that during that meeting Sarah asked if I would drive her parents to the airport on Saturday morning and I agreed.

Just that simple arrangement gave me an outrageous erection; just the idea of Sarah and me saying goodbye to her parents at the terminal and leaving together to come back here.

DEPARTURE

It was all arranged for Saturday morning. I drove the black Escalade. It had plenty of room. Sarah was waiting in the lobby of the Hilton when I arrived at six thirty. Her mother and dad arrived in the lobby minutes later with their luggage.

One hour after that we were parked at the departure level for the airport terminal. We stayed with her folks as they checked in went on to the TSA security line. I was carrying the one heavier carry on that belonged to Mrs. Hershey.

When we arrived at the TSA line the four of us stopped. Sarah and I could go no further. Very little was said. I know emotions were very high but her parents seemed like they were in such a hurry as they quickly hugged Sarah then shook my hand and headed into the maze of tapes toward the TSA checkpoint.

Sarah kept trying to wave but they never looked back. Finally she turned to me with tears in her eyes,

“Well mister, you sure have me now if you want me.”

I looked down into her eyes,

“Sweetheart, I have never wanted anything more...and I mean it.”

Nothing more was said as she reached for my hand, pulled me close, and together we turned to walk out of the terminal toward the parking area. We were well down the corridor toward the exits when we passed the restrooms and Sarah looked at me with a smile and a “wait here”.

I moved toward the windows across the corridor to get out of the flow of people, turned and noticed a uniformed police officer with another official looking guy in street clothes coming toward me rapidly.

It was obvious they had been following us. I shuddered. They looked so official.

They walked up, showed me very official looking federal badges, and told me they needed to talk with me and the young lady who was traveling with me.

I was so nervous I could not speak. I just went back against the hand rail along the windows and froze. The one in uniform did the talking. He recited my “rights” to me. He told me that I was not under arrest they just needed to talk with me and the “young lady”. He went on to say that when Sarah came out of the toilet we could either come with them to a security office just down the corridor, or they would have to detain us and take us down town.

He was interrupted as Sarah came out of the toilet and walked directly toward me across the corridor. There were tears in her eyes and it was impossible to determine wither they were tears of sorrow or joy. As she approached me the fellow in plain clothes stopped her. He spoke with her just out of my hearing range and in short order the four of us were on our way down the corridor about fifty yards to a small set of security offices.

The main office was Spartan; a grey government desk, one grey table with five chairs. I was pointed toward one of them Sarah was seated across from me.

The next half hour was a nightmare. Without any explanation they asked Sarah to go into the next smaller office to talk to a woman.

Once she was next door they started on me. First there were questions about my identity. I provided my driver’s license and after a few questions, the plain clothes guy seemed satisfied. He then started a series of questions about my reason for being at the airport...where we were going...and my relationship to the “young woman” with me.

I answered truthfully, but I volunteered nothing. We were going nowhere. We were simply bringing her parents to the airport for a flight. He then turned to questions about her mother and dad. I again answered honestly but with no detail. I knew nothing about their background or the reason for their trip. He returned to my relationship with Sarah. I said nothing of substance and he got increasingly pointed in his questioning.

He was interrupted about twenty minutes later Sarah was brought back into the room. She had a strange look on her face which told me nothing. Without any prompting she came around the table and took my hand to sit as close to me as she could.

After some embarrassing silence the two law officers went to the other office explaining they needed a moment to confer next door with the lady cop.

Five minutes later the uniformed cop came back and we were released with a bit of an apology.

“You are free to go. Sorry about holding you up. Hope it didn’t complicate your day.”

That was it. It was over and I had been given no idea as to why we had been detained.

Sarah and I had not gone ten feet outside the security office when she stopped and turned to come up on her toes and give me a hug and kiss.

She looked behind us to see who might have seen her then squeezed my hand very tightly as we continued on our way.

Within three steps she started to talk and it was like a dam broke. All the way out to parking she never stopped. It continued after I had opened her door and she was seated in the SUV.

She had been questioned solely about her identity and her relationship with me. It seems this police woman worked at the airport exclusively on sex trafficking. The two male officers were senior to her but worked for a different division and were out at the airport on and unassociated investigation when they happened to spot Sarah and I standing alone in the departures area. When they first saw us her parents had already gone over to check in and they had not associated us with them.

We were rolling down the freeway when Sarah finally stopped and looked over at me,

“What did those two guys ask you?”

I glanced at her and then back at the freeway,

“They wanted my identification...reviewed my driver’s license...asked me a few confirming questions about my address and my business.

Then they turned to questions about my association with you.

I just told them the truth. We were bringing your parents to the airport for a flight. They asked if we were related. They asked where you and your parents lived. I answered honestly. You lived with me and we picked your folks up at the hotel.”

Sarah laughed openly,

“That woman asked me the same things; who was I, where did I live, and what was my association with you. The sign behind her desk said HUMAN TRAFFICKING SECTION so I knew what was up. I am sure they thought you had kidnapped me and were going sell me to some Arab Sheik. (Her blue eyes were dancing as she glanced at me.) What do you think you could get for me?”

I was still too nervous to find anything humorous.

“Don’t kid about it Sarah. You are so precious to me I can’t get my head around anything like that; even in humor.”

She looked at me, reached for my hand and went on,

“That lady cop thought the emotions showing on my face is what caused those two cops to notify the sex trafficking and bring us in for questioning. She talked a little trying to assure me that she was on my side and I could safely reveal anything I wanted to about you and what you were doing with me.

Finally she asked me for identification. I had no identification with me, home address or phone, so she had to go with what I said. I didn’t have a lot of time to think so I told her I was Sarah MacLeod. I told her you and I were married and we lived in a lovely home in The Meadows. I showed her this beautiful wedding band and that was all it took. I didn’t even have to give her the address. She believed me completely.”

I was in complete shock,

“Sarah, you used my last name and told her we are married and she bought it? Didn’t she see how old and ugly I am and how young and beautiful you are? What the hell girl.”

Sarah looked at me with her wonderful impish smile,

“Yeah...you’re old and ugly...that was my big worry. You’re so handsome I was worried that she would think that there was no way you would have me as your wife.”

She looked over at me with another of those smiles and went on assuring me,

“There was not another question, Richard. She bought it completely. I felt so proud. Proud for having come up with the answer that took care of all her questions, but even more proud because for that moment I was your wife.

I glanced away from traffic for a moment and over to her face. She was filled with emotion. Her eyes were moist with tears and her quick demure smile said so much.

In that moment I made a life altering decision,

“Sarah, would you marry me?”

Somehow I knew the answer. As unbelievable as it was, I knew the answer. She turned toward me as far as the seat belt permitted. A smile swept over her face that I will remember forever,

“Do you really mean it?

Yes...Yes Richard, I would marry you in an instant. I would be so happy and proud to marry you.”

She looked me so seriously,

I really would marry in a moment. I am so proud of you and I love you so much. Now that my parents are gone I keep thinking we are going to be living together, sleeping together, and loving one another. I want to be married.

Beyond that, although we haven’t talked about it, we both believe I am already pregnant. I want to find a doctor and get an examination pretty soon, but I want to do things right. I want to be married to you when I set things up for me and possibly our baby.

Your life is very complicated with business and everything but there has to be a way we can get married quietly and quickly. I will sign any kind of a prenuptial agreement you want as long as we are together and married. I love you so much.”

At this point in her little diatribe I am struggling to keep the SUV on the road. I am more shocked, confused and aroused than I have ever been. This beautiful young thing wants to be my wife.

She fell silent waiting for my response. I fell silent as well gasping for breath and trying to drive safely.

The only comment I could think of was,

“Sarah, do you know where your birth certificate is?”

That was all it took. She took my hand from the center console and placed it in her lap.

“Richard, I will love you forever.”

THE WEDDING

Immediately upon arriving at home I contacted Paul Blair my personal attorney on the phone. I had a complete legal staff at my corporate offices, but I retained Paul my personal council. He was a partner in a large law firm that did a lot of our outside corporate work, but I was pretty much his only private client.

One hour later we were sitting in Paul’s office for a wedding planning meeting. He knew why we were coming in. He had never met Sarah and beyond that I don’t think I had even mentioned her. Over the phone I could hear him draw in a big breath when I told him. This was so unlike the staid old conservative business man he had known so long.

The staff in Paul’s office knew me well and I am sure my status as a single guy was discussed quite often. In fact, directly and indirectly people in that legal office had made some attempts to set me up with dates.

I cannot describe the curious looks Sarah and I received as we got off of the elevator and proceeded through reception and the administrative areas to Paul’s office. There were about twenty five people in the area and every one of them knew me or had heard a lot about me.

Sarah looked beautiful. She was wearing the same dress she had put on in the morning when we were getting ready to take her parents to the airport; a yellow dress with matching yellow shoes. It wasn’t particularly short or revealing, but on Sarah whatever she wore was stunning. All eyes followed her. I could hear the shuffle as people move around at their desks to get a better view of her.

Paul’s office was large. I introduce Sarah by first name only and watched a kaleidoscope of emotions play over Paul’s face.

It was then I realized this was the first time I had introduce Sarah to anyone. I was so impressed with the way she handled the situation. I think Paul had his first understanding as to why I was getting married as he experiences her handshake and alluring smile. She came across as so loving so genuine and so attractive.

He had a corner of the room by the window designated as a small conversation area with four large chairs around a coffee table. He seated us as he asked about drinks of coffee. I noticed he place Sarah directly opposite him. When standing her skirt was a proper length but this deep leather chair... I watched his eyes as she shuffled backward to get comfortable in the big chair. I was quickly convinced that Paul now thought he knew why I was talking marriage after all this time as a bachelor. Sarah could not have looked more attractive.

A couple small talk questions and Paul turned to business.

He had known me for years. I was not the kind to do this. I could see clouds of doubt and concern in his face as he looked across at me.

“What can I do for you today, Richard?”

Even knowing what I had said on the phone about our marriage he assumed there were legal challenges and Sarah was the cause. Why else would I have brought this beautiful teenager to meet him?

I was carrying a small leather briefcase that had come over to the house with Sarah’s things. I had never had reason to look in it but she had told me it contained all her personal paperwork. Now, I simply brought her file up into my lap and offered,

“Paul not too many questions, please, This is quite simple, at least on the surface...Sarah and I want to get married as soon as possible. Maybe like tomorrow. I want you to make it happen.”

I sat back in my chair, looked over at Sarah’s loving smile, and waited for Paul’s explosion. Along with being my attorney, Paul had also been my friend for years. He knew my business. He had handled part of my divorce, particularly the part where corporate ownership came into consideration.

Paul hesitated, his mouth dropped open. He asked if he could speak to me privately. I declined. Any discussion had to include Sarah. I reiterated our desires,

“We just want you to put it together, Paul”

He brought in an administrative gal. There was about ten minutes of conversation about the subject. She left to make a couple phone calls. We drank coffee. She returned and asked for Sarah’s birth certificate and Social Security card. I dug into the leather file and produced them. She returned to the outer admin area only to return about twenty minutes later to tell us that all was in order and she could have our marriage license applications ready for us to sign the next day.

Paul and I then went over the business implications. We moved over to a conference table. Two additional attorneys from the corporate side came in and the five of us discussed the financial arrangement between Sarah and me. It took about an hour to outline how we wanted that aspect of our lives to fit together.

The very next day Sarah and I returned to the legal offices around three in the afternoon. The wedding license application and a suggested prenuptial agreement were reviewed and immediately signed. We were done and on our way home in an hour.

The prenuptial agreement served two purposes. First; it protected Sarah and her personal resources, now and in the future, from any liabilities incurred by my company. It did this by giving her almost half of my corporate equity as private LLC stock. Secondly; it gave her co ownership of my home and private property by placing her name on all titles.

Our wedding was the next day at the house. It was simple. It was exactly what Sarah wanted. She wore a beautiful light cream colored dress and matching shoes. We had three in attendance, Paul, his administrative assistant who brought over the paper work; and Jim Gossett a federal judge and a close friend of both Paul and me to perform the ceremony.

We exchanged identical vows. I will never forget them,

“I will love you and honor you for the rest of my days.”

I will never forget our embrace when the judge said, “you many kiss the bride”.

Our little wedding group was gone by three in the afternoon and Sarah and I were married and alone.

We sat side by side in the living room for quite a while. Not a word had been spoken.

It was late afternoon when we moved out to the terrace together. My world was beautiful and I was on top of it. Sarah and I could not be closer. She sat down on the love seat and I continued on across to the patio wall where I sat down facing her. I just needed to look at her; to fill my memory in this moment. The sun was low behind me. My world was now a golden glow with the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in the middle of my vision.

Dear reader, I am certain a woman does not know how beautiful she is in these early years; for if they did they would not waste one hour on anything sad or negative. It was Sarah’s time in life and she, by some miracle wanted to share it with me. I of course was filled with obvious doubts if I would let them in, but right now nothing like doubts mattered. We were together. We were married and love flowed between us in abundance.

I was jolted out of my revelry when her hands both moved to the top of her legs and she slowly and sensuously moved her skirt a bit higher up her remarkably beautiful legs. She looked across the terrace into my eyes with that smile,

“I suppose I will have to wear longer boring conservative things like this now that I am married to a captain of industry.”

She laughed. Her eyes were dancing.

Without a word, I came at her rapidly and lifted her somewhat roughly from the seat. Her dress had five buttons in the front. I remember each of them. She offered no resistance. Within a moment her dress dropped to the stone pavers around her feet.

Sarah was standing there absolutely naked looking at me with a big grin I will never forget. She had worn neither a bra nor panties to her wedding.

I could not keep my eyes off her as I quickly tried to go down and bring the dress back up. I had just started to bend when both of her hands came under my chin to lift me up to her lips.

She pulled back a little and laughed,

“I thought this would be a good uniform for the wife of a captain of industry!”

She pulled me tightly to her such that I could not bend down to get her dress.

It was our evening. There was no one else on earth. Soon she slipped her dress back on with my help. We sat together on the love seat until the sun had reached the horizon. Together we went into the kitchen area and snacked on crackers, cheese and fruit standing at the island.

Around nine a delivery of flowers and food and best wishes arrived from my office; around nine thirty another similar delivery from my legal staff.

Our wedding evening ended early. Nine thirty found us out of the shower and in our big bed absolutely nude together for a night that will always be the best night of my life. We were married.

CHANGES

Early the next morning we were awake and ready to go. We snuggled, we loved, we talked, and we showered together. There was such joy between us. We both commented that this intensity could not last, but...

Sarah had moved everything she owned from the bedroom she had “sold” to her parents as “hers” into one side of the very large walk in closet in my bedroom which was now “our” bedroom. She disappeared into the closet nude and came out dressed in a knock out very light blue skirt and beige blouse.

She moved over to the dresser to sit down and fix her hair. I moved to stand right behind her so I could watch every move she made in the mirror. What a breathtaking sight. She looked up to see me over her shoulder just as she finished with her ponytail and immediately stood to turn and pull me into her arms.

That move sort of set the tone for the day...for our life.

We only wanted to be together. It seemed like loving emotions flowed back and forth between us every moment.

It was mind-boggling how two people could team up so well. Without conversation it was clear we shared an urge to take care of the paperwork issues which resulted from of our marriage.

We had a light breakfast and then went out on the terrace with coffee to delve into the brown leather bag Sarah had brought with her. We began to use its contents as an initial guide to make a check list of what needed to be done.

Even developing this ever longer set of tasks was fun. It seemed like every item we added to the list brought us closer together.

Finished, we reviewed the list. There were a lot of issues that needed attention. They all had to be done sooner or later...we choose sooner. It was like every one of these issues, once done, cemented us together even more.

Top of the list; Sarah wanted to exclusively use her married name Sarah Ames from now on and I heartily agreed.

This was the right time to legally change her name everywhere as there were so many places that we needed to notify of our marriage a full name change was only a minor additional set of tasks. Social Security Administration had to be notified. My company’s personnel office had to change my records for tax and benefits to include her as my spouse. Sarah Ames had to be added to so many titles and registrations. Her name could now be added as co-owner of the house, vehicles and other properties and we wanted it done today. It was amazing how many things had to be addressed.

We moved from task to task with so much optimism and energy.

It was easy for me to understand why a middle aged guy like me would be in a hurry to cement every aspect of his relationship to this beautiful young woman, but why was this beautiful young woman in such a hurry to move completely into my world, change her name and lose her former identity completely? This was a mystery which occurred to me once or twice and passed quickly. She was now my wife. It was no time to question such things.

Everything had gone so quickly for us. We knew very little about one another’s background. We both knew there were many things that would pop up which created areas for questions and doubt.

For example, there were financial items in her brown file which created some interesting questions.

The first was about ten thousand dollars in cash in one of the internal side pockets. Sarah said she knew money was there...this is where her dad told her he would put some spending money. But, she had no idea it was that much.

Next we found a visa credit card in another side pocket. It was obvious from the look on Sarah’s face that it was a complete surprise. It was a new card with no name or address on it, only a number. A phone call with my banker told us it was a numbered account. That main number was the same as a name on a normal visa account. Sarah only needed that number and a corresponding pin number to do anything she desired with the card.

We were a bit mystified about this pin number until Sarah concluded there was only one number it could be. The visa card pin number had to be her birth date, month and year backward, which Sarah described as the only code number she ever used (locker at school, bike chain combo, garage code at home etc.)

Two hours later, armed with this deduction, we went to the bank to combine her Visa account into my Visa and put the surviving account in both our names.

We were met by two major surprises.

First, the pin number worked.

Second, the account had a positive balance of twelve thousand dollars. We looked at one another with complete disbelief. Sarah’s dad had told her he wanted to leave her with a good bit of money for living expenses until thing “got settled” overseas but ten thousand in cash and twelve thousand on this account...when did they plan to see her next”.

Our next stop was with the head of finance and investment in my corporate office. We had found a white envelope in the brown file that contained certificated for two numbered bank accounts. Chuck Hull, head of finance for the company, said he would investigate them and get back to me. For now Sarah and I would leave that as a mystery while we charged on through a very busy day.

One after the other we set the wheels in motion to combine our lives as husband and wife.

A stop in the main office at the High School was interesting. I stood back as Sarah stood at a counter and presented her marriage certificate to a little grey haired lady along with a form to change her name on all scholastic records. It was amazingly simple.

I got a little twinge in my loins as I say how many time this sweet high school senior flashed her wedding ring in front of the little administrator.

A meeting with personnel at my corporate offices assured that all record for compensation, company insurance, and retirement reflected our being married.

It took an entire day but by nightfall we were convinced our missions had all been accomplished and we were legally as together as we could possibly be. It felt good.

It was about seven o’clock when we finally got home for a late snack type dinner at the island in the kitchen. Every move she made seemed designed to keep us as close together as possible.

It was nine o’clock we were together in the main room when Sarah said,

“My love, I am going upstairs for a minute or two. I have a surprise I want to show you. When I come down, let’s go out on the veranda.”

Her quick smile and the hug she gave me told me something was up.

Sarah disappeared down the hall toward the steps upstairs while I found a small bottle of champagne and two glasses in the wet bar.

Every moment with this young woman was exciting. What was up her sleeve now?

I moved out to the veranda with the bottle and two glasses and found my comfortable seat on the wicker settee.

It was a quiet and beautiful time of night; just lovely.

As I sat there waiting I started to reflect on our busy day’s activity. My mind started through a list of accomplishments.

Sarah Ames...has a nice ring to it. She was now completely part of my life. All public and private records now reflected Sarah’s married name. Together we had spent at least an hour on the computer testing every way we could to assure that her name change was complete. All titles to property, vehicles and such were now in joint name.

Sarah had been brought fully into the ownership my business. Everything was now jointly owned; the exception being that for Sarah’s protection we had brought her into the ownership of Ames Enterprises using an LLC to protect her from any future liability.

As I sat there deep in thought a stark reality started to come over me. I loved this young woman more than words can say, but there is a possibility, however remote, that I had been taken for a royal ride.

I had willingly and happily transferred well over fifty million in asset to her; half of my business, my home, my vehicles, everything was now hers.

My mind wafted back and forth from a grand wonderful feeling of love and union with this beautiful creature to a panicky feeling that I might have been really taken....

I was jolted back to reality as Sarah came out through the French doors to my right. She was smiling ear to ear. It was a grin I will never forget. She could not have looked more alluring. She was wearing a short, dark purple velvet robe. It was held closed by a matching velvet tie.

Any thoughts of her deceiving me or taking me for a “royal ride” were instantly dispelled like a popped soap bubble when she stopped directly in front of me,

“Sweetheart, I told you I wanted to show you something!”

With that she released the tie and let her robe fall open in the front. She was wearing nothing else. She open the robe further as she brought her hands behind her under the robe and thrust her tummy forward just a little as she looked at me with this very sweet grin,

“I just noticed this today. Look at me. There is no question I am pregnant...is there?”

My erection was through the roof.

All of my momentary little doubts about Sarah were instantly gone. I was lost in a sea of love for this young woman...my wife. I reached for her hand and brought her down to sit on my lap. We embraced and my heart raced. That is all I can say.

“Sarah, I guess we missed one item on our check list, didn’t we? We need to get you together with a good doctor.”

She looked at me lovingly,

“Yes, but not right away. I want to just enjoy what you have done to me for a while.”

She hugged me tightly and laughed,

“I have gone over everything about pregnancy that one can find on the computer...and that’s a lot. There is no real need for a doctor’s visit during the first three months unless one is thinking of terminating things, and that is the last thing I would ever do. Right now I just want us to eat well and enjoy every moment of our miracle. No pregnancy tests, no doctors, no worry...just love!”

With that this issue was settled for right now. Sarah was young, healthy and happily pregnant and that was the way we were going to think of things for a while. All the medical stuff could wait a bit.

This was our fantastic adventure.

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